While I was taking photos of the savage beasts, I suddenly noticed my own reflection, broken up by the faceted front of our drinks cabinet. It felt a little like something from Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There.
“Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
