Fingers shivers wrapped in gloves. Cold wind stabs through cotton jacket, ears piereced with the light snow that fell on that fall day. The night is crisp and quiet. Snow melts when it spirals to the ground. Nights like these make me wish I were in London. Oh, how I dream of a place with cold winters and short summers. I prefer that accent more than any other. My heart stops when that movie screen flashes on. It's my fansty to be in there, to be apart of that world. That world of magic and fansty, that shimmers and glitters.. oh that world I cling onto everyday.