At seven o’clock this morning there was no snow on the ground. By nine o’clock all but the roads with the churning wheels of rush hour traffic was covered. It feels too warm for the snow to stick around, let alone fall in the first place, and on the U-Bahn the reality of the weather up on the surface had yet to penetrate the report on the info screens that were insisting on rainfall in the daily forecast. The snow will most likely all be gone by this evening, but it left us with some beautiful moments from that shortest of periods between the snow settling and the daily life of the city trampling it to mush.

Words & Pictures: Paul Scraton