I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, English Romantic poet (1792-1822)
In a matter of minutes our world was graced with a thick covering of snow. The quick change in temperature made roads a little slippery and at least one truck decided to park on the median. Driving aside, the world looks lovely under a white duvet.
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