We were walking around the low-water Thames tide at Ransome's Dock yesterday, just before the snow arrived. We'd already pressed our noses to the windows of The Albert, but decided instead to make our way back across the almost deserted park.
The pub was jam-packed as if everyone had decided to go somewhere ahead of the ever more excited weather forecasts.
So maybe today invites a chance to contemplate. This morning's few footprints can tell stories but it's mainly that everyone and their cats are adjusting plans.
And this snow without flurries is already fast melting. A freeze frame moment just before hitting Play.