The snowflakes drifted down from the white-clouded sky,
abundant but unhurried, and covered the autumn ground. This first winter dusting
fell on a land that was silent and still and where no wind blew. Animals and
men watched the white transformation from the comfort of their dens, warmed by their
families, fires, or both, and unwilling to disturb the slow turning of the
season. When they finally did emerge, the soft snow was struck from roofs and shaken
from fur. Parents watched as their young leapt and played in the pillowy stuff,
sometimes chasing a flake that was still afloat.
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