Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 'Snowflakes'
Winter is finally here in Holland. It is snowing! It is really beautiful outside. Isn't snow just magical?