And so this year’s snow fell on London and I can tell you it’s been beautiful. Don’t take it from me though as I seem to be the only one in this city to enjoy it so much. Canines and children excluded.

No, I didn’t secretly wish the snow would be blocking our doors so that we couldn’t get to work (well, maybe that too). And yes, it can be slippery and dangerous and ugly when it’s slushy but I don’t care. I still love it.

Some of my most vivid memories include snow in one way or the other. Like the day we visited Nymfaio with my family and the sight was so breathtaking that I remember telling myself that I needed to keep that image in my head because it was one of the most beautiful places I had ever seen.  The day our skiing trip ended at the hospital and all I can remember is my sister’s blood on white snow. And taking my dog for a walk in the icy streets, her rubbing her face in the snow and licking it like a puddle of ice cream.

Maybe it’s because I grew up without it that it makes such an impression on me. Or maybe it’s watching too many American shows and movies that I invest it with such magical properties. Like today when all I could think was having a cup of hot chocolate in a warm cafe with the lights all twinkling and the flakes falling outside. I was basically hoping for this place but hey, you can’t blame a girl for having watched her fair share of Gilmore Girls.

And so I took to the streets all by my lonesomeness, equipped with my camera and wearing my trusty wellies. I was this close to starting a snow fight with my imaginary friends but I was enjoying the peacefulness way too much. That’s the good thing about the snow. With everyone else staying inside, you can experience something sort of a miracle in London. The city is beautiful, postcard-worthy and quiet. Stars Hollow has just lost its charm.