Hope is nature's veil for hiding truth's nakedness.
Alfred Nobel, Swedish chemist, engineer and prize benefactor (1833-1896)
Like a bride running down a hill, her veil tight across her face as it streams in the breeze, tonight's train steamed headlong into a snowstorm, sheathing the passenger's view in lacy white. The world on the other side of the window looked magical, but I was quite glad to be riding this bride-train rather than navigating ungroomed roads. Although nature's veil was beautiful, it could not conceal completely the naked truth of winter.
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