When in those rare moments when the heavenly engines honour the village in which I live with snow that spangles in the blue air, and lyrical substance lays on the ground like soft amber and leaves the glimmer of ethereal beauty in the warm sunlight of my spirit, I feel the elements of paradise have embraced the earth in royal frosty robes. There is nothing so awakening as the innocence of snow to the eyes that gives all landscapes that are touched by it the feeling of divine experience.

This feeling becomes very primitive and deeply...