A dark figure in the snow-covered park area caught her attention.
The next morning, the sight of snow falling outside her window drew her gaze as she packed for the evacuation.
Dressed all in black with his dark eyes and hair, he looked like a living shadow in the snow-covered world.
Snow soon covered her arms as she crossed the roof to gaze into the well-lit courtyard.
He took a sip, gaze going to the snow falling outside the window.
All the roads were hidden, not a single landmark was visible, only a waste of snow with trees rising out of it.
Cold wind whipped snow against her face.
The gravel road led past a small subdivision, then a few individual houses and small but beautiful Lake Lenoir, before climbing into the open and leading to a beautiful panorama of the Uncompahgre Valley and the snow-capped mountains to the west.
And the snow makes this place look so magical!
Light snow had begun to fall—tiny crystals hardly visible in the light of the lamp across the street.
She approached the window, amazed at the snow, until her gaze fell to a figure kneeling like a dark gargoyle in the middle of the white lawn.
Snow had begun to fall again and clung to the scout.s clothing.
The snow fell straight from the sky without the wind and was soft and fluffy beneath her feet.
The snow began falling harder, and he met her gaze again finally.
He dove into the snow while she stood and waited for Rhyn.
The jaguar winced but kept its grip, and Toby.s blood turned the snow beneath them red.
The stark red of blood against white snow caught his attention, and he circled the park behind the castle.
He jogged through the castle and ran out into the snow, launching himself into the cold air as he changed into the bird form.
The hidden sun was setting, and the white snow clouds glowed eerily, lit by the last rays of light.
She looked up at the glowing clouds, from which snow had begun to fall again.
He stared into the dark night, watching the snow fall.
Snow fell from the sky to be either burned by the pyre or to cover the red mess that was the rest of the park.
She sank down with her back to the door, not caring about the cold day or the snow that seeped through her clothes to chill her.
She stared at the blood-colored letters as the snow buried them.
On the third day after the beginning of the storm the snow ceased.
Some one balances the toboggan on the very crest of the hill, while we get on, and when we are ready, off we dash down the side of the hill in a headlong rush, and, leaping a projection, plunge into a snow-drift and go swimming far across the pond at a tremendous rate!...
After dinner it began to snow, and we had a good frolic and an interesting lesson about the snow.
It was the first snow I had seen here, and it made me a little homesick.
* In this paper Miss Sullivan says: During this winter (1891-92) I went with her into the yard while a light snow was falling, and let her feel the falling flakes.
As we went in she repeated these words, 'Out of the cloud-folds of his garments Winter shakes the snow.'
'Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.'
With the town's elevation near eight thousand feet, plenty of snow was to be expected.
The snow was drenched with blood, like an Immortal snow cone.
The half moon.s light made the snow-covered forest glow eerily.
When the snow melts they'll sink in the Polish swamps.
A few days later at one of those enchanting fetes which Helene gave at her country house on the Stone Island, the charming Monsieur de Jobert, a man no longer young, with snow white hair and brilliant black eyes, a Jesuit a robe courte * was presented to her, and in the garden by the light of the illuminations and to the sound of music talked to her for a long time of the love of God, of Christ, of the Sacred Heart, and of the consolations the one true Catholic religion affords in this world and the next.
"And who is that?" he asked, indicating a short old man in a clean blue peasant overcoat, with a big snow-white beard and eyebrows and a ruddy face.
Yes, prayer can move mountains, but one must have faith and not pray as Natasha and I used to as children, that the snow might turn into sugar-- and then run out into the yard to see whether it had done so.
A lump of snow cannot be melted instantaneously.
On the contrary the greater the heat the more solidified the remaining snow becomes.
All day it had been calm and frosty with occasional lightly falling snow and toward evening it began to clear.
Through the falling snow a purple-black and starry sky showed itself and the frost grew keener.