" in convalescence everything was wonderful. The snowflakes, suddenly arriving on the window pane, clung there a moment like swallows, then were done, and a drop of water was crawling down the glass.The snowflakes whirled around the corner of the house, like pigeons dashing by. Away across the valley, the little black train crawled doubtfully over the great whiteness."

-Sons and Lovers

D.H.Lawrence