The First Snow

night long, on the mountains, on the meadows, on the roofs on the living, on

the graves of the dead! All white save the river, that marked its course be a

winding black line across the landscape; and the leafless tress, that against

the leaden sky now revealed more fully the wonderful beauty and intricacies

of their branches. What silence, too, came with the snow, and what

seclusion! Every sound was muffled; every noise changed to something soft

and musical. No more tramping hoofs, no more rattling wheels! Only the

chiming of sleigh-bell, beating as swift and merrily as the hearts of children.

Shit, not in my forum anymore…Bugger.