Unseasonalness

A tree blossoms pink in this mild December, on a street in Southwark, lined with victorian townhouses, converted into flats.

December’s a strange time for blossom.

Among the milling throngs of Oxford Street,  fake snow brushed my cheek, disseminated from  above the entrance of the flagship Topshop. A woman who passed looked up at its source, her face illuminated in passive delight.

December’s the right time for fake snow, I guess.

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