It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing the city. At all hours it was necessary to keep a lamp lighted, and Mrs. Miller lost track of the days: Friday was no different from Saturday and on Sunday she went to the grocery: closed, of course.
Truman CapoteStichwörter: winter snow blizzard
From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,
A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room
And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up
From your book, saw it the moment it landed. That's all
There was to it.
Stichwörter: poetry poem snowflakes blizzard
one day you stepped in snow, the next in mud, water soaked in your boots and froze them at night, it was the next worst thing to pure blizzardry, it was weather that wouldn't let you settle.
E.L. DoctorowStichwörter: snow western weather blizzard frontier-and-pioneer-life
The blizzard seemed to be dying down, and it was now possible to enjoy the sight of the buildings and embankments and bridges smothered in the diamond-dusted whiteness. There's always something soothing in the snow, thought Gabriel, a promise of happiness and absolution, of a new start on a clean sheet. Snow redesigned the streets with hints of another architecture, even more magnificent, more fanciful than it already was, all spires and pinnacles on pale palaces of pearl and opal. All that New Venice should have been reappeared through its partial disappearance. It was as if the city were dreaming about itself and crystallizing both that dream and the ethereal unreality of it. He wallowed in the impression, badly needing it right now, knowing it would not last as he hobbled nearer to his destination.
Jean-Christophe ValtatStichwörter: snow blizzard dream-architecture gabriel-d-allier new-venice
Moving the kids was not a good idea, but I sure wanted to see nuns in monster trucks plowing their way through a blizzard.
Dean KoontzStichwörter: blizzard nuns monster-trucks
Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these.
Ashly LorenzanaStichwörter: nature sadness despair winter trees metaphor symbolism depression snow hopelessness leaves blizzard
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