By lunchtime the valley was lightly coated, like a cake with confectioner’s sugar…there was white fir on the antlers of the iron deer and on the melancholy boughs of the Norway spruce.
Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake (via: cozywinterworld)
26 notes
·
View notes
Winter is the time for stories, staying fast by the glow of the fire. And outside, in the darkness, the stars are brighter than you can possibly imagine.
Isabel Greenberg, The Encyclopedia of Early Earth (via: cozywinterworld)
368 notes
·
View notes
“Winter was creeping in and, at barely three o’clock in the afternoon, the day was losing substance and dissolving into a dusty twilight.”
C.J. Tudor (via: cozywinterworld)
85 notes
·
View notes