First 2009 Monday

This morning heavy rains were falling down. At one point I suspected that it was actually snowing, but nothing was accumulating on the ground except for grey running water.  "Sleet showers" is a more accurate term according to the weather website. Temperature is forecasted to fall as low as as -3 degrees, theoretically sufficient for some real snow. I was never too keen about snowing when living in NYC, mainly due to practical reasons. But now halfway through winter here in London I do long for some snow. Without snow, winter to me is not complete and therefore will not recede.

New York City never disappoints when it comes to snow. 

Center Park (NYC) after a 2008 snowfall

When the world is blanketed in snow, then I can start look forward to the day when the following Swinburne's poem fits in:

For winter's rains and ruins are over,

And all the season of snows and sins;

The days dividing lover and lover,

The light that loses, the night that wins;

And time remembered is grief forgotten,

And frosts slain and flowers begotten,

And in green underwood and cover

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.