heavy snow

"After a still winter night I awoke with the impression that some question had been put to me, which I had been endeavoring in vain to answer in my sleep, as what - how - when - where? But there was dawning Nature, in whom all creatures live, looking in at my broad windows with serene and satisfied face, and no question on her lips. I awoke to an answered question, to Nature and daylight. The snow lying deep on the earth dotted with young pines, and the very slope of the hill on which my house is placed, seemed to say, Forward! Nature puts no question and answers none which we mortals ask. She has long ago taken her resolution."
Thoreau, from "The Pond in Winter" chapter of Walden


I love that ^^^^^^ description of waking up to snow. The night before one has gone to bed with the forecast of snow wandering about, wondering if it will really happen, picturing the magic if it does happen. Then one sleeps and wakes up and quick! - looks out the window!, and there it is, snow falling thickly among the pine-trees whose branches are already holding white, and there is the roof outside covered with a thick layer of white.

AHHH!!!

Oh snow. Needless to say it is happening right now. A lot of it. A really lot of it. The sky is snow-colored, the color of smooth creamy pages, and the stone walls around are topped in white, the roads are not ploughed or sanded, the bare tree-branches are topped with a perfect contrast of snow white, and the snow is falling in perfect peace.

I feel quite inspired. The thing is, I feel inspired to do so many things at once. I want to continue rereading Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell at the same time as all the winter chapters of Walden and then read Little Women again because it starts in Christmas and I watched the movie again yesterday which is lovely, and write my novelthing Waverly, and dance about listening to Christmas music!