A beautifully apt description of what happens to a landscape under a really good snow storm:
"Peacefully, endlessly, snow kept falling over the frozen countryside. Like snow, silence too always comes floating down, thought Boura, nestled in his cabin....The land was turning simpler and simpler before his eyes. It coalesced, widened, undulated in white waves untroubled by the disorderly traces of life."
Karel Capek, Footprints
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