Icy views

This Sunday morning outside the window is grayish, the snow has melted, people have yet not awaken after the so many pre-christmas parties of the weekend. Last Sunday, though, a storm blew stronger along the day. I had to fight my way home in the evening, laughing as I pushed forward. It was ridiculous to be out on a bike in that weather. But I made it home, and as I put on the lights to light my flat, I saw the beauty of the storm, iced on my window.



If any music goes with this view more than perfectly, it is David Gray.