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Metaphor will only get you so far. I was new to London. My bedsitter seemed good value. Certainly it was large. The provided heating was a gas fire in one wall. You fed it with coins. No heat came out. Sitting as close as you dared, the most that you felt was a kind of progressive scorching of the shin, the sock, the rest of you icily untouched. But the days were sunny, the nights were busy, I was new to London, as I've said, everything an adventure, everything brand new. Then it began to snow.
It was afternoon, around four o'clock. I was in Chafing Cross Road. I didn't have a coat. I had never been in snow before, real snow, that is, falling snow, not just snow ...
Source: HighBeam Research, Gypsy fire.