"We sleep, and at length awake to the still reality of a winter morning. The snow lies warm as cotton or down upon the window-sill; the broadened sash and frosted panes admit a dim and private light, which enhances the snug cheer within. The stillness of the morning is impressive...The wonderful purity of nature at this season is a most pleasing fact. Every decayed stump and moss-grown stone and rail, and the dead leaves of autumn, are concealed by a clean napkin of snow."
-From "A Winter Walk" by Henry Thoreau; First published in The Dial,
I took a walk that morning in 87, I only wish I had walked longer and recorded more, as it was a once in my lifetime snow in Lake City.
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