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Outside my window the sun is slowly sinking behind an enormous mountain range of snowcloud, with the peachy glimmers of its light just flowing around the uppermost edge, and most of the cloud left totally opaque. I say 'slowly', but you can very nearly see the sun move - think London Eye speed - and because the cloud is so thick you can look straight at it. It's an old light it gives, but not a tired light, and that's so reassuring. It's not snowing here right at the moment, but my walk earlier took me through a couple of flurries - happily, as when that first lot came I had wet hair, so couldn't go outside to play in it. Worrying over missing things is usually unnecessary, and always unhelpful.