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The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.
It is cold outside.Cold-- Gul Yildiz
It snowed right before Jack stopped talking to Hazel, fluffy white flakes big enough to show their crystal architecture, like perfect geometric poems.
Never try to snow a snowman.
To appreciate the beauty of a snow flake, it is necessary to stand out in the cold.
They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?
How I love the first snow ... unbroken and white, before it's ruined by footprints.
Do you not think, Mrs. Givings, that snow is always kind? Because it has to fall slowly, to meet the ground slowly, or the eyelash slowly - And things that meet each other slowly are kind.
Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky,It turns and turns to say "Good-by!Good-by, dear clouds, so cool and gray!"Then lightly travels on its way.
Not until I came to Canada did I realize that snow was a four-letter word.
Snow is so beautiful, it doesn't have to be useful.
Every snowflake is unique, yet they are each perfect.
Can you get a summer snow-globe instead of a winter one with green grass and flowering azalea bushes and blue sky? Because I'm here, inside it. If you shake it, perhaps it fills with black smoke, not swirling snowflakes.
It is good here: rustle and snow-crunch ...
Ski tracks on the splendid finery
of the snow; a memory
that long ages ago
we passed here together.
The magical way the wintertime warms you up is through its frozen beauties!
She and Lisa always called that kind of snow heroic, because a person could do no wrong in it. Everyone skied like a hero in that kind of snow.
If flurries be the food of quests, snow on.
Love has different shape, like this falling snow in winter
Look up ...
From bleakening hills
Blows down the light, first breath
Of wintry wind ... look up, and scent
The snow!
On turf and curb and bower-roof
The snow-storm spreads its ivory woof;
It paves with pearl the garden-walk;
And lovingly around the tatter'd stalk
And snivering stem its magic weaves
A mantle fair as lily-leaves.
You must not waste your one day here. When the sun shines, you let it shine on you. Snow is always waiting.
Snowflakes were dancing outside Neva's window when she awakened Sunday morning. She watched them land on the glass, one second resembling minute delicate doilies and the next teardrops as they inside warmth reach through the glass and melted them.
Snow pursued by the wind is not wholly unlike a retreating army. In the open field it ranges itself in ranks and battalions; where it can get a foothold it makes a stand; where it can take cover it does so. You may see whole platoons of snow cowering behind a bit of broken wall.
Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.
All white with snow as if under dustsheets, as if laid away eternally as soon as brought back from the shop, never to be seen or touched
Look up at the miracle of the falling snow, - the air a dizzy maze of whirling, eddying flakes, noiselessly transforming the world, the exquisite crystals dropping in ditch and gutter, and disguising in the same suit of spotless livery all objects upon which they fall.
Layer upon layer of soft-packed snowflakes settled in near silence, forming a quilt of feathery ice crystals.
I'll pass on snow myself, when I have the option.
No snow flake ever falls in the wrong place
Snow is false purity.
The Great Snow! How cheerful it is to hear of!
One of the very best reasons for having children is to be reminded of the incomparable joys of a snow day.
Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky
Oh my God, is it a bear?"
Ian's yell from across the camp made Snow stop. Then he choked as laughter spilled from his throat.
"It's not a bear, Ian," Rowe yelled. "It's just Snow. Gettin' some.
I guess the worst snow was the Kennedy inauguration in 1960. Heavy snow.
It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.
Snow-capped Snowdon has been an iconic Welsh image for centuries. It is shocking to think that in just 14 years, snow on this great mountain could become nothing but a permanent and distant memory.
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance.
Shannon smiled. "It's snowing. Just a light snow, but look." In that moment, she felt like the snowflakes were angels on wings, and she had witnessed a miracle of nature.
First snow: it came this year late in November.
there is silence - the holy silence of winter, broken only by the pings of snowflakes meeting their siblings on the ground, and the soft shushing of the sleigh.
What is last year's snow to me,
Last year's anything? The tree
Budding yearly must forget
How its past arose or set
She had never seen snow before, except in TV shows and movies. It had looked to her like the stars were flaking out of the sky. It had looked like thousands of fireflies in the moonlight; like breathlessness, like time stopping, like the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
What do you get when you cross a vampire with a snowman?" "What?" "Frostbite.
The snow light flared on brightness. Blue: intense as a midsummer sky, obtained from grinding precious lapis lazuli carried by camel caravan all the way from the mountains of Afghanistan.
It was April in Minneapolis and snowing, the flakes coming down in thick swirls enchanting the city
The winter's a little bit daunting in Montana.
Even the strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake.
Winter gold: the sparrow's footprints in the snow.
It was slushy snow," I clarified.
"Very slushy," Adrian confirmed.
It's so fascinating to think about how each snowflake is completely individual - there are millions and millions of them, but each one is so unique.
The heaviest snowfall in over 60 years is being reported in Beijing, China. To give you an idea of how bad it is, the army is now using snowplows to run over dissidents.
... there's just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you're special, even though you know you're not.
High in the hazy sky, the snowfkakes looked tiny and all alike, but as they drifted past the narrow window of the sewing room, all were unique - long or round or triangular - as if they'd borrowed their shapes from the clouds they'd come from.
The likelihood is that any English-speaking skier has more words for different types of snow than any inhabitant of Alaska or Greenland.
Outside, snow solidified itself into graceful forms. The peace of winter stars seemed permanent.
I'm that neighborhood blizzard flooding these streets with snow.
Winter is coming.
A small and sinister snow seems to be coming down relentlessly at present. The radio says it is eventually going to be sleet and rain, but I don't think so; I think it is just going to go on and on, coming down, until the whole world ... etc. It has that look.
There was just a thin fall of powdery snow in the air. It came onto their hats, not seeming to fall as much as to suddenly appear with its chill greeting on lips and noses.
The snow was endless, a heavy blanket on the outdoors; it had a way about it. A beauty. But I knew that, like many things, beauty could be deceiving.
The snow fell and fell, dancing and curling like sparkling spindrifts, the white fresh and clean against the brown and gray of the world. And despite myself, despite my numb limbs, I quieted that relentless, vicious part of my mind to take in the snow-veiled woods. Once
I'd never walked on snow 'til I was 50, you know. There's no snow where I come from.
You only stop meltin the snow under where you're layin when you're dead.
It is not so much the science of snow for me, anymore. I'd rather just look at it. The light, the way it absorbs sound. The way we feel as if the more that falls, the more we are forgiven.
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic frankness of salt and snow.
Is it Nice in your snowstorm- freezing your brain? Do you think that your face looks the same?
Snow came back, but she didn't come back right.
Carolyn Heilbrun's
Snow is bruised lilac in half light: such pure solace.
Snow falling softly on lashes of eyes you love, and a cold cheek growing warm next to your own in hushed dark familial December.
There is nothing in the world like going out onto an untouched, open, virgin mountain slope drenched under a thick blanket of new powder snow. It gives a supreme feeling of freedom, mobility. A great sense of flying, moving anywhere in a great white paradise.
Any idea why there is a giant penis made out of snow in our front yard?"
Instead of an answer, I was rewarded with a face full of graham cracker cereal and milk." - from Of Cheerleaders and Gingers
The first snowball I froze was put in my mother's deep freeze when I was in my early 20s.
Vodka goes well with a wintery perspective. Nothing else provokes such presentiments of falling snow except, for some, the communist seizure of the state.
Only mountains can feel the frozen warmth of the sun through snow's gentle caress on their peaks
Snowflakes are unique, just like fingerprints, which means there is nothing quite so unique in the universe as a snowman's fingerprints.
Each snowflake was a sigh heard by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. All the sighs drifted up the sky, gathered into clouds, then broke into tiny pieces that fell silently on the people below. As a reminder of how women suffer.
Let's finish with your snowman. It can't be incomplete. Not with me here.
In your hands winter ...
Stepping forth to replenish it, for now the snow came in flying sweeps
No, I'm from the South, remember? We get snow when we've done something to upset God, which we don't do very often.
Snow is like a wide sea. One could go out and be lost in it and forget the world, and oneself.
I grew up in Chicago, and there was always snow. In Los Angeles there never was, so we would always import snow!
There is nothing better in life than sliding down snow before flying through the air.
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
The Eskimos may have a hundred words for snow, but at that moment, I only had two: Fuck. Yeah.
I WILL KILL SNOW.
The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?
Yesterday, all this was snow. Always winter, and never Christmas.
The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white.
Here today we huddle tight As the darkest heathens might The snow falls chilly on our skin The snow is forcing its way in. Hush, snow, come in with us to dwell: We were thrown out by Heaven as well.
Its been a long time coming but now the snow is gone
All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find.
The first snow always startles. It covers the tricycle in the driveway, turning its frame into an abstact sculpture that says: See how quickly yesterday turns into today.
One joy of life in the north comes after a winter storm, when the sky, freed of its burden, has paled, and the glow of the unseen sun is everywhere reflected by the snow, so that all things stand out sharp and clear.
Being that I'm a tropical black man I don't get to see much snow. When I see snow I go crazy. That's why they call me Sasquatch. There's no Sasquatch found in the snow so I had to go back to my Sasquatchian roots.
Opium ain't got nothing on the promise of tomorrow turning up better than today. Snow
Snowlight, moonlight, a confusion of paw-prints.
Snow endures but for a season, and joy comes with the morning.