I was in London yesterday and it was snowing there. Someone told me that if it snows in London, the weather must has gone crazy and it will be snowing everywhere in UK.
It is spring yet it snowed. I am now back in Ghent and it snowed here too, the heaviest since I was here. It was not about the excitement to see snow but to feel its subtleness. It will always be wonderful to go thru with someone special and I am not sure if I have found one; holding each other and walking together under it.