It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. ~John Burroughs, “Winter Sunshine”
My world is once again covered with a fluffy white blanket of snow. Soft, muted sounds and glowing amber lights reflected in my neighbors’ window panes.
My world is swirling with neve (snow) today. After a moment of peaceful contemplation, I have decided to enjoy una settimana bianca (a white week).