It was one of those chilly and empty afternoons
in early winter,
when the daylight is silver
rather than gold,
and pewter rather than silver.
-- G.K. Chesterton, “God of the Gongs” (1914)
~ ~ ~
People were wearing
lace shawls of snowflakes.
A low dark cloud was sitting there,
thinking of some way
to unload snow over the city.
-- Len Deighton, Funeral in Berlin (1964)
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