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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I grew up thinking of snow as a luxury you visit.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.
Snow isn't just pretty. It also cleanses our world and our senses, not just of the soot and grime of a Fife mining town but also of a kind of weary familiarity, a taken-for-granted quality to which our eyes are all too susceptible.
It's lonely and cold on the top... lonely and cold.
The time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself.
Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.
I had forgotten how thrilling a snow day is until my son started school, and as much as he loves it, he swoons at the idea of a free day arriving unexpectedly, laid out like a gift.
The pure air and dazzling snow belong to things beyond the reach of all personal feeling, almost beyond the reach of life. Yet such things are a part of our life, neither the least noble nor the most terrible.
Snow is so common that I have omitted to note its falling at least two days out of Three.