Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.
Sarah Addison AllenTag: magic winter southern snow the-south
She went to the window. A fine sheen of sugary frost covered everything in sight, and white smoke rose from chimneys in the valley below the resort town. The window opened to a rush of sharp early November air that would have the town in a flurry of activity, anticipating the tourists the colder weather always brought to the high mountains of North Carolina.
She stuck her head out and took a deep breath. If she could eat the cold air, she would. She thought cold snaps were like cookies, like gingersnaps. In her mind they were made with white chocolate chunks and had a cool, brittle vanilla frosting. They melted like snow in her mouth, turning creamy and warm.
Tag: magic winter southern snow north-carolina cookies the-south
Then came night
that was like falling water.
At times, for hours,
a bird spirit,
half buzzard, half swan,
just above the rushes
from which a snow-storm howls.
Tag: spirit snow bird buzzard howls huchel
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She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.
Maggie StiefvaterTag: death winter snow angel werewolf
Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?
John B. TabbTag: winter fall snow autumn leaves snowflakes foliage
The snow began to fall again, drifting against the windows, politely begging entrance and then falling with
disappointment to the ground
Tag: disappointment snow begging
His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.
George R.R. MartinTag: fear black forest snow cloak a-song-of-ice-and-fire george-r-r-martin a-game-of-thrones ser-waymar-royce the-wall
A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
George R.R. MartinTag: fear winter trees wind forest snow coldness a-song-of-ice-and-fire north george-r-r-martin a-game-of-thrones the-wall
This twinned twinkle was delightful but not completely satisfying; or rather it only sharpened my appetite for other tidbits of light and shade, and I walked on in a state of raw awareness that seemed to transform the whole of my being into one big eyeball rolling in the world's socket.
Through peacocked lashes I saw the dazzling diamond reflection of the low sun on the round back of a parked automobile. To all kinds of things a vivid pictorial sense had been restored by the sponge of the thaw. Water in overlapping festoons flowed down one sloping street and turned gracefully into another. With ever so slight a note of meretricious appeal, narrow passages between buildings revealed treasures of brick and purple. I remarked for the first time the humble fluting - last echoes of grooves on the shafts of columns - ornamenting a garbage can, and I also saw the rippling upon its lid - circles diverging from a fantastically ancient center. Erect, dark-headed shapes of dead snow (left by the blades of a bulldozer last Friday) were lined up like rudimentary penguins along the curbs, above the brilliant vibration of live gutters.
I walked up, and I walked down, and I walked straight into a delicately dying sky, and finally the sequence of observed and observant things brought me, at my usual eating time, to a street so distant from my usual eating place that I decided to try a restaurant which stood on the fringe of the town. Night had fallen without sound or ceremony when I came out again. ("The Vane Sisters")
Tag: winter snow street street-scene
Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.
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