How I remember sleepless nights
When we would read by candlelight,
And on the windowpane outside
A new world made of snow.
A million feathers falling down,
A million stars that touch the ground,
So many secrets to be found
Amid the falling snow.
— Enya, “Amid the Falling Snow”
With the candles lit, good books beside me, and my perfectly marinaded chicken tiki masala going in the oven… Let it snow!
