Wednesday, April 15
Work room, 7:50
For the second morning in a row I look out of the window to see snow. This morning it falls in bigger, thicker, softer flakes. I look out of the workroom window and watch it.
I decide to go for a walk and spend a happy thirty minutes pretending to sneak into a Bing Crosby movie while playing the part of Gene Kelly. I fantasise about singin’ in the rain in a winter wonderland.