Today, yet another layer of icy particles was spewed from the sky, thus being my opportunity to walk and reminisce. After recently developing a revulsion of leaving the house I saw it as a time to sort out the inner workings of the spongy tissue enveloped in my skull.
My dog, being a perplexed creature shared the same symptoms of me walking down the streets of Dinnington, timid treading and uneasy listening.
After buying my favourite liberal newspaper from a alarming man I discovered the real beauty of snow.
The thought never crossed my head that a white powdery substance can be beautiful to any human but after seeing the contrast of natural objects in this picture I understood. Mud, how fantastic. It can pollute anything white and pure as easily as a nuclear weapon.
Whilst looking, rather half heatedly through my camera at this scene, I wished I was a little shoot of grass.