Because I shall adhere to the trend of posting photos, because I just realized I can reduce photo size so that they won't take up so much space, because I'm supposed to be finishing off one essay and starting on another but I'm procrastinating as usual, I shall post photos too :)

Photos from last term when it snowed in Oxford. (Weather in UK is schizophrenic: it's bleak and gloomy in winter but doesn't snow and isn't bitingly cold, it gets brighter in spring and flowers start to bloom but it's horrendously chilly and it snows, and when it's sunny and relatively warm in summer, it rains.)

It's amazing how something as simple as snow can evoke such exuberance and an unspoken feeling of camaraderie even amongst strangers, as if the fact that it is snowing binds people together in common enjoyment and appreciation. Having four seasons is a subtle yet stark reminder of the passage of time. One moment I'll be jogging down a tree-lined path and it'll be bare and bleak because it's the middle of winter, and the next thing I know it's summer and the same tree-lined path is luxuriously green. The weather these few days has been glorious, but I can't help but think that when I'm back after summer it'll be the gorgeous albeit fleeting yellow-gold of autumn, before the bleakness of winter enshrouds everything once again.

I know I've been infected by British preoccupation with the weather when I devote an entire post to (what else) the weather.