Today, snow is my favourite colour. It makes even the disagreeable parts of life amongst concrete palatable. Carpets appear on parked cars, invariable grey pavement is hidden by the crunching of my shoes, and I can ignore even the noisy façades of shops, distracted as I am by the whirlwind of tiny flakes that settle on my black scarf.
I walk and don't cycle to the supermarket so I can take it all in. My back will hate me with a vengeance, but a chore is given purpose by the joy of the journey. The employee at the self-scan takes note of my shod feet with a small smile and I shrug in resignation. Snowy weather overrules barefooting.
My favourite season is spring because the temperature is leveled and it is when the trees start growing leaves again. It is also when some flowers start growing back.