Nieva. We had some snow this afternoon. Es schneit, het sneeuwt, il neige. Kar yağyor, nevar.
The scene reminded me the Jack London's book, White Fang.
The book starts with the description of the silence that dominates the area.
Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land.
I read the book once again and noticed how I was captured by the story.
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But what I like about this particular book is his tranquil and ever sane views of the society.
He looked at them like a drunken man and maundered in strange, sleepy speech.
"Red she-wolf. . . . Come in with the dogs at feedin' time. . . . First she ate the dog-food. . . . Then she ate the dogs. . . . An' after that she ate Bill. . . . "
"Where's Lord Alfred?" one of the men bellowed in his ear, shaking him roughly.
--White Fang, Jack London 1906
