A repeating concern of this blog has been the relationship between the brighter weather and the imminent danger of being hit by something. This is a photograph of the entrance to my block. That snow on the ground is not the kind that has absentmindedly been shoveled off the roof (which happens a lot) - that type of snow has a much softer, aerated texture. No, this is snow that fell off all at once because of the warmth drifting up the stairwell; it still echoes with the crump it must have made as it hit the tarmac.
Just glad I was not underneath it.