“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it
kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug,
you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to
sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland &
Through the Looking-Glass
“The crisp path through the field in this December snow,
in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like
ghosts on dry toast.”
― Dylan Thomas, Quite Early One Morning: Stories
“As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire
of love with words.”
― William Shakespeare
“For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.”
“Nothing is as sensual as the first kiss of snow in the winter.”
Photos of Paderno Fanciacorta & Iseo Lake:
Maurizio Caldera
(second, third, fourth and fifth pic)
&
Elena Caldera
(first and last pic)
Quotes:
from the web