It was a cold winter night.
I was on the bus, watching snow fall.
Heading to the last stop… London Bridge.
When I did reach the last stop,
I headed for the bridge, overlooking the river, loving the scenery, lost in the moment,
I didn’t take pictures. I’d definitely be back.
Passers-by smiled at me a little.
I smiled back.
My winter boots crunched on the crisp snow after a while as I turned to leave.
The snow thickened as I flagged down a bus to take me home.
I made a mental note to build a snowman in my local park across the road.
My beautiful Winter.
Makala Thomas ❤️