Any amateur photgrapher will know that a snow scene is a perfect opportunity for contrast.
I didn’t expect the metaphor in this to be quite so stark.
Snow scene at home:
Postcard-perfect picturesque and serene. This view from my bedroom window and outside my flat made me squeal with childish glee when I saw it.
“It’s snowing! It’s snowing in London!”
Snow scene at work:
No white pavements, no dusted trees. Just grey sludge and mud everywhere. This sight as I left Euston Station instantly rendered me utterly depressed at the prospect of another day in the office.
“It’s Wednesday. It’s Wednesday in London.”
