Yes, the time came when I had to call on snow to come and cover that which I would never want to grow. And as snow makes me forgive and forget I walk slowly and cautiously on the icy pavements of Charlotte Street aware that one fall could ruin it all.
The others have slowed down too, the Londoners were taught this morning, as I walk with care, that sometimes one has to walk slow whether one wants it or not.
Here I am, then though melting into the snow, my guardian of time, my guardian of that which cannot be mine.
It is all around us everyday that which the snow covers but we do not just bother to notice, we take it just as something that happens.
Two weeks ago I knew and now I know. I have learnt my lesson well when it comes to heavy snow.
Now is the time to tread lightly and pass the exam of what I call the crisis of my life-show.
