Snow crunched under her feet and quickly soaked her flimsy slippers.
He knelt, ruffling the snow from Darian's hair.
The snow was coming down in big heavy flakes now.
Cold wind whipped snow against her face.
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.
Instead of no path to the front-yard gate in the Great Snow--no gate--no front-yard--and no path to the civilized world.
Snow soon covered her arms as she crossed the roof to gaze into the well-lit courtyard.
He stared into the dark night, watching the snow fall.
'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.'
Dressed all in black with his dark eyes and hair, he looked like a living shadow in the snow-covered world.
All the roads were hidden, not a single landmark was visible, only a waste of snow with trees rising out of it.
The next morning, the sight of snow falling outside her window drew her gaze as she packed for the evacuation.
A dark figure in the snow-covered park area caught her attention.
The snow fell straight from the sky without the wind and was soft and fluffy beneath her feet.
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.
* 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.
"Now then, all together--shove!" cried the voices, and the huge surface of the wall, sprinkled with snow and creaking with frost, was seen swaying in the gloom of the night.
Snow covered his hair, and his skin was cold.
The hidden sun was setting, and the white snow clouds glowed eerily, lit by the last rays of light.
It was the first snow I had seen here, and it made me a little homesick.
Has the snow been shoveled back?
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By noon the snow was all gone.
I weathered some merry snow-storms, and spent some cheerful winter evenings by my fireside, while the snow whirled wildly without, and even the hooting of the owl was hushed.
About midnight they heard the sound of steps in the snow of the forest, and the crackling of dry branches.
A blowing snow storm delayed our flight north.
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.
With the town's elevation near eight thousand feet, plenty of snow was to be expected.
After dinner it began to snow, and we had a good frolic and an interesting lesson about the snow.
The log walls of the barn and its snow-covered roof, that looked as if hewn out of some precious stone, sparkled in the moonlight.
Outdoor enthusiasts enjoy boating on nearby Lake Champlain and Lake George as well as skiing, snowboarding and snow tubing down West Mountain and Gore Mountain.
Rocky Mountain Inn and Hostel After you have enjoyed the day in the snow or hiked into the forest, come back and relax at the Rocky Mountain Inn and Hostel.
The Black Forest menu features a lot of wild game, from elk to snow goose.
Choose broccoli or eggplant with garlic sauce and rice from the special lunch menu or the diet special, American Buddhist Delight with broccoli, snow peas, string beans, baby corn, mushrooms, carrots, tofu and zucchini.
The national weather forecast on television was calling for light snow in Arkansas.
He'd been there long enough that the snow had covered his footprints.
It had been the mildest late winter in years and the lack of high country snow had opened the Jeep roads weeks earlier than usual.
All the peaks remained snow-capped, giving sharply defined contrast to the green of their slopes and the blue of the summer sky.
World class vistas, trickling silver rivers of high snow melt-off, sky as blue as a queen's velvet robe, and the green and grey of forest and rock towering in every direction—all went unseen.
His snow cloud-colored eyes were piercing, his muscular frame making her warm from the inside out.
Snow fell in lazy, fat flakes, sticking to his clothes and hair.
The lush Scottish Highlands around him were covered in a blanket of snow that stretched for miles, the white world interrupted only by a few narrow roads snaking in different directions.
He tried not to think of that sad time, instead blinking away dark memories and focusing on the snow at his feet.
The snow began falling harder, and he met her gaze again finally.
A gust of wind flung snow into her face.
The half moon.s light made the snow-covered forest glow eerily.
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.
She looked up at the glowing clouds, from which snow had begun to fall again.
He took a sip, gaze going to the snow falling outside the window.
The snow was drenched with blood, like an Immortal snow cone.
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.
And snow well into the spring.
Once I went on a visit to a New England village with its frozen lakes and vast snow fields.
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!...
As we went in she repeated these words, 'Out of the cloud-folds of his garments Winter shakes the snow.'
It would seem that Helen had learned and treasured the memory of this expression of the poet, and this morning in the snow-storm had found its application.
When all outside is cold and white, when the little children of the woodland are gone to their nurseries in the warm earth, and the empty nests on the bare trees fill with snow, my window-garden glows and smiles, making summer within while it is winter without.
It is wonderful to see flowers bloom in the midst of a snow-storm!
I have felt a bud "shyly doff her green hood and blossom with a silken burst of sound," while the icy fingers of the snow beat against the window-panes.
If the snow lies deep, they strap on his snowshoes, and, with the giant plow, plow a furrow from the mountains to the seaboard, in which the cars, like a following drill-barrow, sprinkle all the restless men and floating merchandise in the country for seed.
I sometimes found the name of his native parish handsomely written in the snow by the highway, with the proper French accent, and knew that he had passed.
Often in a snow-storm, even by day, one will come out upon a well-known road and yet find it impossible to tell which way leads to the village.
I have seen our river, when, the landscape being covered with snow, both water and ice were almost as green as grass.
This is particularly distinct to one standing on the middle of the pond in winter, just after a light snow has fallen, appearing as a clear undulating white line, unobscured by weeds and twigs, and very obvious a quarter of a mile off in many places where in summer it is hardly distinguishable close at hand.
The snow reprints it, as it were, in clear white type alto-relievo.
The snow had already covered the ground since the 25th of November, and surrounded me suddenly with the scenery of winter.
But commonly I kindled my fire with the dry leaves of the forest, which I had stored up in my shed before the snow came.
He could hear me when I moved and cronched the snow with my feet, but could not plainly see me.
Sometimes, notwithstanding the snow, when I returned from my walk at evening I crossed the deep tracks of a woodchopper leading from my door, and found his pile of whittlings on the hearth, and my house filled with the odor of his pipe.
When I crossed Flint's Pond, after it was covered with snow, though I had often paddled about and skated over it, it was so unexpectedly wide and so strange that I could think of nothing but Baffin's Bay.
It is frequently covered up by drifts, and, it is said, "sometimes plunges from on wing into the soft snow, where it remains concealed for a day or two."
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!
Fogs and rains and warmer suns are gradually melting the snow; the days have grown sensibly longer; and I see how I shall get through the winter without adding to my wood-pile, for large fires are no longer necessary.
When the frost comes out in the spring, and even in a thawing day in the winter, the sand begins to flow down the slopes like lava, sometimes bursting out through the snow and overflowing it where no sand was to be seen before.
The sinking sound of melting snow is heard in all dells, and the ice dissolves apace in the ponds.
The snow was thawing in the sunshine, the horses galloped quickly, and on both sides of the road were forests of different kinds, fields, and villages.
Flakes of falling snow were fluttering in that light.
On this knoll there was a white patch that Rostov could not at all make out: was it a glade in the wood lit up by the moon, or some unmelted snow, or some white houses?
"I expect it's snow... that spot... a spot--une tache," he thought.
Meeting a comrade at the last post station but one before Moscow, Denisov had drunk three bottles of wine with him and, despite the jolting ruts across the snow-covered road, did not once wake up on the way to Moscow, but lay at the bottom of the sleigh beside Rostov, who grew more and more impatient the nearer they got to Moscow.
When all was ready, the sabers stuck in the snow to mark the barriers, and the pistols loaded, Nesvitski went up to Pierre.
And after stumbling a few staggering steps right up to the saber, he sank on the snow beside it.
Dolokhov lowered his head to the snow, greedily bit at it, again raised his head, adjusted himself, drew in his legs and sat up, seeking a firm center of gravity.
Pierre clutched his temples, and turning round went into the forest, trampling through the deep snow, and muttering incoherent words:
"No it can't be, that would be too extraordinary," and at the very moment she thought this, the face and figure of Prince Andrew, in a fur cloak the deep collar of which covered with snow, appeared on the landing where the footman stood with the candle.
The horses showered the fine dry snow on the faces of those in the sleigh--beside them sounded quick ringing bells and they caught confused glimpses of swiftly moving legs and the shadows of the troyka they were passing.
The whistling sound of the runners on the snow and the voices of girls shrieking were heard from different sides.
They were quietly dropping melted wax into snow and looking at the shadows the wax figures would throw on the wall, when they heard the steps and voices of new arrivals in the vestibule.
The light was so strong and the snow sparkled with so many stars that one did not wish to look up at the sky and the real stars were unnoticed.
Halfway lay some snow-covered piles of firewood and across and along them a network of shadows from the bare old lime trees fell on the snow and on the path.
From the back porch came the sound of feet descending the steps, the bottom step upon which snow had fallen gave a ringing creak and he heard the voice of an old maidservant saying, Straight, straight, along the path, Miss.
Then he jumped down and, his boots scrunching the snow, ran back to his sleigh.
In a sleigh drawn by two gray trotting-horses that were bespattering the dashboard with snow, Anatole and his constant companion Makarin dashed past.
When the snow melts they'll sink in the Polish swamps.
"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.
One part of it dispersed and waded knee-deep through the snow into a birch forest to the right of the village, and immediately the sound of axes and swords, the crashing of branches, and merry voices could be heard from there.
A huge campfire was blazing brightly in the midst of the snow, lighting up the branches of trees heavy with hoarfrost.
These temporary aims are like the broom fixed in front of a locomotive to clear the snow from the rails in front: they clear men's moral responsibilities from their path.
Nearby Lake Placid was the site of the 1980 Winter Olympics, and snow skiing and other winter sports are popular in the area.
Penfield, New York, is nestled amid the Finger Lakes region of New York, and visitors have access to beautiful hiking, rock climbing, kayaking, canoeing, camping and winter snow sports.
Depending on season and availability, Joe's offers different varieties of its namesake such as Blue Crabs, Stone Crabs, Alaskan Snow Crab and Dungeness Crabs.
In the winter months, snow or ski board at one of the nearby winter destinations, including Loon Mountain, Cannon Mountain Waterville Valley Resort, and Tenney Mountain.
Y., boasts tons of hiking trails, camping opportunities and with all the lake-effect snow, tons of locales for cross country skiing.
Buffet items feature not only Chinese dishes but also seafood (snow crab, mussels and shrimp),
meats such as roast beef and baked chicken, and desserts that include Hershey's ice cream.
The cozy 10-table eatery has a menu with more than 60 dishes, including the pollo biancaneve, or chicken Snow White.
Winter Park, Colo., located along Highway 40, is one of the easier ski resorts to drive to from the Front Range and is usually frequented by weekend warriors trying to get as much snow time in before heading back to work on Monday.
For the main course try the seared scallops glazed with sugar cane and paired with snow peas and cashews or the roasted chicken with house made macaroni and cheese.
During the winter, celebrate the holidays by going sleigh riding through the snow and enjoying the beauty of Colorado.
You can try Hong Kong beef with snow peas, Canton chicken and mushrooms, Mongolian beef and Asian grilled salmon.
The area is well-known for its many mineral springs, which are supplied with water from melted snow off of Pike's Peak.
Carmen glanced quickly outside to see if the threatening snow had arrived.
It's supposed to snow tonight.
The snow started shortly after they left and the wind blew it horizontal.
March came in like a lion with a snow storm.
The snow melted, leaving in its wake a harvest of spring flowers.
A glance out the window revealed that the snow had piled up to four or five inches.
A snow storm cancelled our return flight Sunday.
Jonny's feet crunched in the snow until he reached the rocky area on the west side of the mountain.
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.
The box contained a large, snow white stuffed owl.
The roads up there are closed by snow two-thirds of the year.
The roads up here haven't been free of snow all that long.
The winter had been exceptionally clear of late snow and the high mountain passes that in many years remained closed until July had been cleared weeks earlier this spring.
As the sun climbed over the mountains, it spread its glow across the snow still nestled in the cracks and crevices above him.
The sun knows that you like to see the world covered with beautiful white snow and so he kept back all his brightness, and let the little crystals form in the sky.
I have seen Penobscot Indians, in this town, living in tents of thin cotton cloth, while the snow was nearly a foot deep around them, and I thought that they would be glad to have it deeper to keep out the wind.
Whichever side you walk in the woods the partridge bursts away on whirring wings, jarring the snow from the dry leaves and twigs on high, which comes sifting down in the sunbeams like golden dust, for this brave bird is not to be scared by winter.
The snow is deep.
As 'twas growing dark last night Fell the snow so soft and light...
The old count's troyka, with Dimmler and his party, started forward, squeaking on its runners as though freezing to the snow, its deep-toned bell clanging.
The side horses, pressing against the shafts of the middle horse, sank in the snow, which was dry and glittered like sugar, and threw it up.
There is a garden terrace where guests can dine on summer days, and a fireplace where visitors can gather to watch the snow fall in the distant mountains.
No more searching for frozen half-tires in the snow and stomping the water out of them.
"The snow storm," he responded.
The house sits more than a mile off the snow plow route, so sometimes I'm snowed in for a week or so.
She crunched through the snow back to the house and removed her coat and boots before entering the living room.
His skin was colder than snow, the power radiating off him like an arctic breeze.
Only the reflection of the white snow and grey sky provided light once she stepped outside.
Snow had begun to fall again and clung to the scout.s clothing.
The night was dark but starry, the road showed black in the snow that had fallen the previous day--the day of the battle.
He sucked and swallowed the cold snow, his lips quivered but his eyes, still smiling, glittered with effort and exasperation as he mustered his remaining strength.
Louisa Ivanovna consented to go, and in half an hour four troyka sleighs with large and small bells, their runners squeaking and whistling over the frozen snow, drove up to the porch.