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  • The six inches of silence that had blanketed the garden overnight was a welcome inconvenience after a fairly mild winter. Snow is so retro, it's like falling back in time to less demanding decades. I took time and thought, as muffled sounds permeated my world.

    The first view from the front bedroom window was of a parent pulling two children up the untouched street on a sled, so quiet a picture, did I really hear or only imagine the slight sliding sound of their passing?

    My neighbour shovelling our shared path clear was a clank and drag to match the clank and drag of my spoon in and out of my porridge bowl. That he had also cleared the area in front of my door was an unspoken kindness I discovered only later.

    The click of the boiler, central heating warmth making me languid.

    Young men and women laughing as they push a car.

    A chat on twitter with a radio DJ led to soulful music on my laptop from his station and I suddenly heard my name as he gave me a shout over the airwaves. A gesture of warmth on a cold day. That was nice.

    The crunch of compacting snow under my boots as I ventured out with the recycling, and then it was I discovered that the six inches on the table was a deceit as drifted snow on the ground toppled in above the rim of my snow boots and plopped it's icy wetness against my warm skin.

    I squealed and hopped in disgusted delight, ditched the rubbish and shaking my leg like an offended cat I made my way back inside to the type of snow that was pretty pictures on the internet and pretty views from the window, instead of the icky wet sort currently melting inside my snow boot!
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