Possessing that precious ability to stop all of us in our tracks

AND then came the snow. Saturday night was still and windless. It was then the snow came, dry and persistent, layer on layer, covering and outlining and transforming everything in crisp perfect whiteness.

Possessing that precious ability to stop all of us in our tracks

Paul Valery wrote the definitive description:

Oh, how many snowflakes, during my sweet absence,

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