It is a cold day in London. It is almost snowing as winter tries to hold on to its season. The welcome long days will warm the earth, but the cold wind from the north will freeze the bones that lie buried there. Spring will come, but not just yet, not just yet. It will be a cold night on London. Spring will come, but not just yet, not just yet.
Posted on February 23, 2013 by Robert Kyriakides