“With daylight (it was exactly a week since he last dressed for the office) he found himself passing through farmland over which… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share Image
“I skip down the driveway, hurry up the road, linger on the bridge for a moment, looking down at the reflection of… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
A light snow, a snow so faint and small-bodied that it seems nothing more than a manifestation of the cold. — James Salter Copy Share Image
“I turn and walk back to the home shore whose tall yellow bluffs still bare of snow I can see nearly half… — John Meade Haines Copy Share Image
