“The  cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty.   It fell and fell, lacing  day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it  fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other  season did, hushed, solemn.” - Patricia Hampl

The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn.” - Patricia Hampl