It is snow to be shoveled, to make driving even worse than usual, snow to be joked about and cursed at, but unless the child in you is entirely dead, it is snow, too, that can make the heart beat faster when it catches you by surprise that way, before your defenses are up. It is snow that can awaken memories of things more wonderful than anything you ever knew or dreamed.
-- Carl Frederick Buechner (1926 -), American writer, novelist, poet, and essayist, Telling the Truth: The Gospel as Tragedy, Comedy, and Fairy Tale (1977)
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