20 Years of Snow

Cold in the earth - and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave!
-Emily Brontë

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.

-Victor Hugo