To be hot is the nature of fire and snow’s nature is white.
I grew up on the edge of a national park in Canada – timberwolves, creeks, snow drifts. I really did have to walk home six miles through the snow, like your grandparents used to complain.
Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.
I remember wishing there was snow in L.A. And how jealous we used to get of those Christmas specials with kids playing in the snow.
I grew up thinking of snow as a luxury you visit.
Cooking is like snow skiing: If you don’t fall at least 10 times, then you’re not skiing hard enough.
So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending!
To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake it is necessary to stand out in the cold.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be unnecessary freezing of water.
Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin—inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.