Stop everything. It’s snowed!

Just hearing the silence and knowing that there’s a snowfall on the roads and not just because it’s lockdown.

Magic.

There’s children screaming all around my area from tea tray sledge rides on an icy road and snow down the backs of their necks. They’re all off their screens and legging it down to the park to enjoy the light dusting from the skies.

And yes, my son is in shorts and wellies. I care not, he’s outside and he’s laughing.

Yellow snow, gritty snow, icy snow, roll in it and look up at grey gentle skies dusting us with frozen kisses.