Reflection, refraction, deflection and peace.

I walked abroad in a snowy day;
I asked the soft snow with me to play;
She played and she melted in all her prime,
And the winter called it a dreadful crime.

William Blake.

I hate the snow going because it really is so beautiful, but on the upside I'm enjoying work so much at the moment it's nice not to be kept away.

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