[Esme nha Maire]

Snowglobe snow whirling around the streets, early on; the jumble of old buildings in the little industrial area near the city centre under a fine dusting of snow looking as if they were huddled together for warmth as I passed them on the train; the colours on a shrub picked out by the changing sunlight, now a little washed out and brown as a wisp of cloud hid the sun momentarily, now the green here and there standing out amidst the brown. Being smiled at by a good looking lass and wondering...