Watching the snow colony gather in tiny granules on the promenade outside Rendezvous Cafe's wide arched window. In not-quite-lives shorter than mayflies they fall as we drink tea and coke inside.
They shiver with excitement, in scurries and swirls, one moment a giant William Morris doily, the next wracked into a brief drift against the embankment wall opposite.
In the darkening chill they are finally whisked out and down the prom, until, a sharp plume, they burst over the sand, and dissolve their droves in the sea.
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