Alabaster, ivory, opal, pearl. Even the names for white are lovely.
I think we won't get any proper snow this winter. No whipped cream drifts for the dogs to plow through like maniacs, no downy cloudbursts of feathery flakes, no crystalline silent woods to explore. I think I'll have to get my fix of white elsewhere this year.
The pure air and dazzling snow belong to things
beyond the reach of all personal feeling,
almost beyond the reach of life.
Yet such things are a part of our life,
neither the least noble nor the most terrible.
~ Frederick Soddy
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