Songs for Winter
"The world could have very easily been mistaken for a movie; the blackness of night in sharp, unreal contrast to the lightly falling snow lying gently on the ground. For hours, no creature dared disturb the stillness. Even the birds had ceased to fly. Their slender silhouettes did not grace the smallest bit of the piercing light of the half-moon, and by comparison to this nothingness, even its slow, ponderous form seemed to hurry to escape the cold."