“The snow is falling like a delicate rain of frozen mist” ― Jazz Feylynn

 

“It is snowing. The flakes stream into the torchlight like a crowd flowing across a bridge, each one unknowably different, all exactly the same. But look up and the snow piles out of the dark like a weightless waterfall, tumbling from a black nowhere to your face. Snow at night is like the roof falling in, quietly.”

― Montagu Don, My Roots: A Decade in the Garden