Yesterday I walked along a beach br no more than fifty miles away. br The sun was out and it was warm. br Got home late last night br and went straight to bed. br Woke up this morning br the sky had turned to grey br and little white fleece br was bombarding us from the heavens. br It was snowing quite heavily, br lying on the ground, br making a white carpet there. br The more I watched from my window br the larger the fleece got. br I watched the inches build up, br wondering when it was going to stop. br I didn’t really care if it did, br as it was nice to see br the white stuff falling from the sky, br even if it was in April. br My thoughts were br is someone trying to tell us br that it’s Christmas again.