“ 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.
— A Winter Walk by Henry Thoreau.
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