Extreme weather part II

Last Monday's story repeated itself miraculously this Friday, when our cozy British world turned white again, and playful snowflakes took over the scenery for a couple of hours. Mails were slowly spreading panic office by office, talking about the "adverse weather conditions" and giving advice to leave work early, "before the weather gets too bad and while it is still light". Brave snow-fighters were facing the white beast, armed with whatever weapons they could get - ranging from leaf-blowing devices to car-wide snow(?)ploughs. Enchanted penguins were wondering around the campus with a bright smile on their face, immortalizing the white miracle and generously sharing their snow-walking expertise with the helpless population.








At the end of the day, we all got on the usual bus, and eventually woke up in a rather cold Cambridge Friday evening, messing with time, curiosity, beauty, emotion, buttons and perfection. Saturday morning imposed a Sunday's walk from Newnham's Rosalind Franklin building to King's college, in the comforting shadow of stony history, by shiny rivers, through white gardens, alongside disobeying ducks, underneath blue skies.

Finally, I got lost in the infinity of the green-white tree alley, searching for last's night dream, for huge penguin snowflakes, for the sphere of life or maybe for Benjamin Button's sunrise...