Something about snow. It falls lightly outside my window. A centimetre or so has accumulated on the foot-deep blanket fallen already this month.

A windless snowstorm is, to me anyway, the most calming sort of weather. Inside or out.

Inside, a snow storm heightens the sense of warm hominess.

Outside, there is the quiet, and the sound of snow falling to earth.

p.

Presently listening to: The History Of The World [live] - Gang of Four - Songs of the Free (04:56)