Snow Falls

Snow falls over the Seine like thousands of drunken fireflies, with no place to land, and dissolves into the blackness.

Monuments outlined by white against a grey sky appear ethereal - sketched into the background by a careful hand.

Snowflakes hit the streets like crystalline princesses, waltzing and twirling, showing off their gowns to any passerby.

Shoppers are distorted, appearing almost alien behind veils of white - their black pea coats looking like scrappy grey rectangles.

Snow falls on the man sitting at the corner of the square frozen to a bottle of cheap wine and shaking a small cup of coins.

Dogs sporting woolen ponchos toddle alongside gloved hands, which provide them with bits of sandwich in parks garnished with frost.