“Waking up to a blanket of snow is like a morning lullaby, a soft dreamlike state that is almost magical.” ― Nancy Hatch Woodward

 “Before the downpour, Al had thought Lou looked alluring in her pale pink T-shirt and simple flowered skirt. Her soft brown waves bounced around her shoulders with the humidity. She was simply beautiful. But with the addition of water, she evolved into a siren. Her thin cotton clothes clung to every curve. She slicked her hair away from her face, as if emerging from an enchanted lake.”

― Amy E. Reichert, The Coincidence of Coconut Cake