Saturday morning, 28th December 2013, Midwinter

Snow has fallen, and everything is white. It is very cold. . . . I love to close my eyes a moment and think of the land outside, white under the mingled snow and moonlight - white trees, white fields-the heaps of stone by the roadside  white-snow in the furrows. . . . If he were to come I could not even hear his footsteps. 

Katherine Mansfield - 1914