It snowed last night, a steady feathering of white, illuminated by the golden glow of the street lamps. This morning we awoke to just a dusting. We'll get a big one this winter, I think, and we'll all be swathed in the quiet and still for awhile.
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The first fall of snow is not only an event,
it is a magical event. You go to bed
in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment
then where is it to be found? ~J.B. Priestley
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