I started several blogs over the weekend. One was about how I had a weird craving for Lilt - a drink I don't think I've had for a decade. I was disappointed to learn that it's neither made nor sold in the Caribbean. Ha! It turns out it's the 'totally tropical taste' of West Yorkshire.
Anyway, I don't know why I was craving it.
Then it snowed. I woke up yesterday morning to see giant flakes of white drifting from the pale grey sky. A quick look out of the window showed a row of excited people, out with toboggans, standing at the top of the hill. The park was thick and white.
There's not much to say about snow that hasn't already been said. Soon social media was all a-flurry with pictures of snowmen and kids throwing snowballs. The UK usually has a contradictory relationship with snow, but on a Sunday in the middle of lockdown, when nobody particularly has to be anywhere, there was only joy.
Today then, a thin layer remains. It's brilliantly sunny in that way that only cold, January days can be: pale blue sky, bright yellow sunshine, rooftops gleaming with snow-melt. The road is white where the shadows fall, but soon it'll all be puddles, I imagine.
It doesn't look slushy. That's the worst, when the snow turns brown and gets heaped up on the side of the road. It doesn't look frozen either - there's no fun in slipping over frozen snow! It still looks quite pristine, like a layer of icing sugar, and in the sun it's bright white - it could almost be the Alps... without the pure air, the fresh smell of pine, the clear views or... er, the mountains.
Well, anyway, it's very nice-looking out there. I might go for a walk to the shops later, and see if they have any Lilt.
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