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First Snow of 2013: Magical!

I am a summer baby, so winter is always a hard time for me. I wish I could hibernate with some good chocolate and tea and not leave the house for three months. However, when the first snow falls, no matter how cold or late it is, I feel the urge to go out and leave the first footsteps on the sidewalk. And so I did late last night.

“Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity”  ― Novala Takemoto, Missin' (Novel)

“Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity”
― Novala Takemoto, Missin’ (Novel)

The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found? J. B. Priestley

“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?”
J. B. Priestley

The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love. Margaret Atwood

“The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.”
Margaret Atwood

"The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only." Joseph Wood Krutch

“The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.”
Joseph Wood Krutch

“Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person”  ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Let every man shovel out his own snow, and the whole city will be passable," said Gamache. Seeing Beauvoir's puzzled expression he added, "Emerson." "Lake and Palmer?" "Ralph and Waldo.”  ― Louise Penny, A Fatal Grace

“Let every man shovel out his own snow, and the whole city will be passable,” said Gamache. Seeing Beauvoir’s puzzled expression he added, “Emerson.”
“Lake and Palmer?”
“Ralph and Waldo.”
― Louise Penny, A Fatal Grace

“For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds / Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.”  ― Wallace Stevens

“For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds /
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.”
― Wallace Stevens

“I gave three quiet cheers for Minnesota. In Seattle a dusty inch of anything white and chilly means the city lapses into full-on panic mode, as if each falling flake crashes to earth with its own individual baggie of used hypodermic needles. It’s ridiculous.”  ― Cherie Priest, Bloodshot

“I gave three quiet cheers for Minnesota. In Seattle a dusty inch of anything white and chilly means the city lapses into full-on panic mode, as if each falling flake crashes to earth with its own individual baggie of used hypodermic needles. It’s ridiculous.”
― Cherie Priest, Bloodshot

“It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.”  ― Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales

“It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.”
― Dylan Thomas, A Child’s Christmas in Wales

“Life and summer are fleeting,’ sang the bird. ‘Snow and dark, and the winter comes. Nothing remains the same.”  ― Elyne Mitchell, Silver Brumby's Daughter

“Life and summer are fleeting,’ sang the bird. ‘Snow and dark, and the winter comes. Nothing remains the same.”
― Elyne Mitchell, Silver Brumby’s Daughter

“...the endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.”  ― Orhan Pamuk, Snow

“…the endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.”
― Orhan Pamuk, Snow

 “The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling — a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings of the wind, and none of the people beyond the brightly lighted squares of their windows saw him. They were inside, inside where there was light and warmth. They didn't know he had passed them; only he knew. It was a secret thing.”  ― Stephen King, It


“The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling — a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings of the wind, and none of the people beyond the brightly lighted squares of their windows saw him. They were inside, inside where there was light and warmth. They didn’t know he had passed them; only he knew. It was a secret thing.”
― Stephen King, It

“The very fact of snow is such an amazement.”  ― Roger Ebert

“The very fact of snow is such an amazement.”
― Roger Ebert

“Women differ like snowflakes.”  ― Lara Biyuts

“Women differ like snowflakes.”
― Lara Biyuts

“There is something hot in snow: Its pure and clean look!”  ― Mehmet Murat ildan

“There is something hot in snow: Its pure and clean look!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Never Forget Who You Are Beacause Its Like Forgetingg Water Is Wet,The Sun Is Bright,Snow Is Cold.Its Rudunent.”  ― Andrew Fukuda, The Hunt

“Never Forget Who You Are Beacause Its Like Forgetingg Water Is Wet,The Sun Is Bright,Snow Is Cold.Its Rudunent.”
― Andrew Fukuda, The Hunt

“Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.”  ― Candace Bushnell, Lipstick Jungle

“Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder–no matter how old you became and how much you’d seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.”
― Candace Bushnell, Lipstick Jungle

“I leaned out one last time and caught a snowflake on my tongue. They tasted so good, so pure and so divine, like nothing I had ever tasted from the sky. It was as if happiness spread through your body with the cold, but then disappeared and brought depression, all in less then two seconds. It was unbelievable, and yet, addicting.”  ― Shannon A. Thompson, November Snow

“I leaned out one last time and caught a snowflake on my tongue. They tasted so good, so pure and so divine, like nothing I had ever tasted from the sky. It was as if happiness spread through your body with the cold, but then disappeared and brought depression, all in less then two seconds. It was unbelievable, and yet, addicting.”
― Shannon A. Thompson, November Snow

“...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...”  ― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“…freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin – inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night…”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“The City is free of sin The snow has given it absolution A man who slips  A horse that falls Oh no, the city is in a nightgown”  ― Pierre Albert-Birot, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

“The City is free of sin
The snow has given it absolution
A man who slips
A horse that falls
Oh no, the city is in a nightgown”
― Pierre Albert-Birot, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

“The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.”  ― Shannon Hale, Palace of Stone

“The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.”
― Shannon Hale, Palace of Stone

“The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?”  ― Lara Biyuts

“The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?”
― Lara Biyuts

“beauty such as theirs was something with which one lived joyously — racing with the wind, with storm and snow, dancing in the frost or among the golden wattles, galloping, galloping in the spring sun. Life might be dangerous, with beauty that was so difficult to hide, but life was always and ever had been very, very good”  ― Elyne Mitchell, Silver Brumby's Daughter

“beauty such as theirs was something with which one lived joyously — racing with the wind, with storm and snow, dancing in the frost or among the golden wattles, galloping, galloping in the spring sun. Life might be dangerous, with beauty that was so difficult to hide, but life was always and ever had been very, very good”
― Elyne Mitchell, Silver Brumby’s Daughter

“I miss the snow. I miss looking at it, walking in it, tasting it. I used to love those days when it was so cold everyone else would be tucked away inside trying to stay warm. I would be the only one out walking, so I could look across the fields and see miles of snow without a single footprint in it. It would be completely silent -- no cars, no birds singing, no doors slamming. Just silence and snow. God, I miss snow. The stars, the moon, the wind, and blankets of pure, pristine snow.”  ― Damien Echols, Life After Death

“I miss the snow. I miss looking at it, walking in it, tasting it. I used to love those days when it was so cold everyone else would be tucked away inside trying to stay warm. I would be the only one out walking, so I could look across the fields and see miles of snow without a single footprint in it. It would be completely silent — no cars, no birds singing, no doors slamming. Just silence and snow. God, I miss snow. The stars, the moon, the wind, and blankets of pure, pristine snow.”
― Damien Echols, Life After Death

“So they went running together, silent, toward the vast wastes of snow where no living thing but they two moved under the stars of night.”  ― Clemence Housman, The Were-Wolf

“So they went running together, silent, toward the vast wastes of snow where no living thing but they two moved under the stars of night.”
― Clemence Housman, The Were-Wolf

“With melted snow I boil fragrant tea.”  ― Mencius, Mencius

“With melted snow I boil fragrant tea.”
― Mencius, Mencius

“I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that this delicate motion should reside in all the things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it. I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes. There the snow lay around my doorstep — great heaps of protons quietly precessing in the earth's magnetic field. To see the world for a moment as something rich and strange is the private reward of many a discovery.”  ― Edward M. Purcell

“I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that this delicate motion should reside in all the things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it. I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes. There the snow lay around my doorstep — great heaps of protons quietly precessing in the earth’s magnetic field. To see the world for a moment as something rich and strange is the private reward of many a discovery.”
― Edward M. Purcell

“Maybe it's wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love of snow are in reality not some sudden events; maybe they were always present. Maybe they never completely vanish, either.”  ― Peter Høeg, Smilla's Sense of Snow

“Maybe it’s wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love of snow are in reality not some sudden events; maybe they were always present. Maybe they never completely vanish, either.”
― Peter Høeg, Smilla’s Sense of Snow

“One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see.”  ― Ezra Jack Keats, The Snowy Day

“One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see.”
― Ezra Jack Keats, The Snowy Day

“…there’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you’re special, even though you know you’re not.”  ― Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I'm Home

“…there’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you’re special, even though you know you’re not.”
― Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

Go and walk in the freshly fallen snow :-)

Go and walk in the freshly fallen snow 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Slava

I am a twenty-something Bulgarian girl in the USA, re-discovering the world through the lens.

Discussion

5 Responses to “First Snow of 2013: Magical!”

  1. great pictures of Washington Mo. Thank you!!!

    Posted by Cindy | December 6, 2013, 10:50 am
  2. I too am a summer baby! But I know what you mean about the first snow of the season! It brings back childhood memories and I hear laughter and joy! But then I like to go back in and have a nice cup of hot tea! lol Your photos are beautiful! Thank you for sharing them with us all!

    Posted by Karen Eaker | December 6, 2013, 10:55 am
  3. Loved these!! Downtown is extra beautiful during the holidays all lit up!!

    Posted by Wendy Becker | December 6, 2013, 1:45 pm

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