upon the mountains and the moors

I just can't get the snow out of my head! It's incredible how much influence the weather has over my mood; sunny summers make me effusive and magnanimous, crisp autumns awaken my inner high-strung prepster, and rainy winters turn me pensive and somber...but I think I like my snowy personality best. Looking out the window at a frosted landscape seems to endow me with an innate sense of tranquility and restfulness, as if one dusting of snow has put the world in order. Everything shines. These drifts gloss over the dirty pavement and the dead tree branches and the dark patches of the world until every last corner is filled with light. I know the snow will melt and I know that all too soon I'll be waxing poetic about a rapturous spring, but until then I'll let these silverquiet days linger on like a silent breath hanging in thin air.