The Morning I Didn't Know It Snowed - Cambridge, United Kingdom, 24th Jan 2007

Snowfall is very unlike rainfall, which one is able to ear even if one is unable to see. I have two friends to thank for these photographs - Haihan, who told me snow has fallen, and Shireen, who then told me it was still falling. Otherwise, my curtains would have remained drawn and I would have left for lectures without my camera.

Sherlock Court, that part of college where my room is located, covered in a fine sprinkle of snow.

That building in the middle is the King's College Chapel, and running across the photograph is the river Cam. Here I stand proudly decked out in whatever I could muster to meet the cold, all of which, except the fur cap which I bought for £5 at a departmental store here, were acquired in sunny snow-free Singapore.

It wasn't half as bad as I make it out to be - three layers sufficed to keep me warm and snug.

And only two days before, I was walking around town in a pair of sandals.

Mallard ducks looking rather befuddled. As they never fail to do.

The History Faculty, the facade of which is made of a mysterious, porous type of glass which allows air to pass through it almost unhindered, and where I go everyday to have my lectures.

I learnt in four months here that windows, or glass for that matter, are not the best kind of architectural features to adorn a building with, especially if it was meant to be built in a wintry, windy country, and also that good ventilation is something I would rather do away with when the cold wind blows.