Staccato Winter

Back home from London, recovering now from an overdose of people. The city is exhausting.

Flurries of snow arrived in the morning here, but although it settled on the moor it was destined soon to be gone again. Further north it's a rather different story but winter here is being a very staccato affair. At least we're having a winter. I do like my seasons to be well-defined.

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