Remembering snow before it arrives

Snow memory from Guy de Maupassant: A curtain of uninterrupted white flakes constantly sparkled in its descent to the ground. It effaced forms, and powdered everything with a downy moss. And nothing could be heard in the great silence. The town was calm, and buried under the wintry frost, as this fall of snow, unnamableContinue reading “Remembering snow before it arrives”