I saw this guy this morning. In his left hand a can of Fosters. Must be an Australian snowman. Or concerned about his alcohol intake – as that’s one of the big brands quietly reducing its abv from 5% to 4.8%. (Ah… the trivia I accumulate.)
Going by his headgear, this was the morning after the night before.
So I anticipate that the snow won’t be staying white for long.
When I saw him from across the railway tracks, he looked so folorn. I crossed the bridge to check he was comfortable, before catching my own train. He was waiting for one going the other way.
I wonder whether we’ll meet tomorrow?