Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the city,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and parks, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the brownstones at the street's end.
The car and traveler stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant furnace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
~From "The Snow-Storm" by Ralph Waldo Emerson w/ revision by me (apologies to Emerson purists)
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Ahh, It is snowing here. I was going to post a picture when I got home from work.
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