I have an exam tomorrow. But, it’s raining. I feel a little cold. Cold, now, will always remind me of London. It was drizzling the night I landed. The person who came to pick me up (a relative) took me on a walking tour of the city right from the airport. We got off the train. It was Hyde Park, I think. Then, Buckingham Palace. The back of Westminster Abbey. The Millennium Eye. All closed and dark.
A red post-box. A red telephone booth.
My wet shoes.
Then, I remember wine.
And, then I remember snow. But, it was probably the next day. Someone said how unusual it is in March.
Everything is unusual in March.
I took this photograph the next day. I usually struggle with my photography but I like this one. More than any other.
It is a cold photograph.
I like weather in photography.