The smell of snow, however, is difficult to explain.
The frozen water crystals have a certain scent to them, an almost crisp odor.
As more snow collects on the landscape, a certain hush falls over the world.
The snow seems to mute the usual sounds that go hand in hand with the bustle of everyday life.
Then we went to see the security checks being done.
Security personnel frisked every passenger and then stamped his boarding pass. We could hardly contain our excitement as we raced up the stairs.
Trees look like thin, bare dancers, twisting up from the cold ground, and as the snow gathers on the branches, they are clothed with decadent ivory jewels.
Bushes become lumps of sugar, and the power lines that dip down between the poles become heavy, sagging as they are laden with the weight of the flakes, eventually disappearing and taking on an appearance that suggests the snow itself is suspended between the telephone poles.
Just short of the runway it stopped and a light came on the front of the plane.
We could faintly hear the rumbling noise of the aircraft engine.