Winter in the country is very white. There is black grit on all the shoulders of the roads and on the big mounds from the plows, and all the cars are filthy, but the fields are dazzling and untouched and pristine.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
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.
Growing up in Northern California, I've only seen snow at Christmas maybe twice in my life! I was always jealous of my cousins on the East Coast with their white Christmases.
White is actually one of my favorite colors. I have a white car. I love white.
Even in winter an isolated patch of snow has a special quality.
They have horses in 'Snow White?' I am lucky nothing nasty happens to horses in 'Snow White.'
We were just covered in dirt the whole time. It was so hot - and that was in winter. I can not imagine what it's like in summer and how the people who actually live out there survive.
I grew up thinking of snow as a luxury you visit.
Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.
England in the late 1940s was famously grim. As I remember it, London back then was a very dirty place, from coal dust and smoke, from the grit stirred up every day by the jackhammers still clearing out rubble from the Blitz.
Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska won't make it 'white'.