the wind gently murmured,puffed and sometimes sighed like a summer breeze lifting the leaves along the livelong night.the cat was curling up quiet in her bed.the mouse was sleeping carefree in his gallery.the dog was lying swwet on the sofa.even the earth itself was sleeping in tranquility,exept that some house door faintly creaked upon its hinge,telling us a remote inward warmth.nature was at her midnight work with feathery flakes whirling down in the wind,as if she was showering her silvery seeds over the fields.
finally i woke up.the floor creaked under my feet as i moved towards the window.the snow as warm as cotton was lying calmly upon the window sill and the stillness of the morning was extremely impressive.
the roofs were standing under their snow caps,while the eaves were wearing their glittering ornaments.the trees raised white arms to the sky on every side,and where there was a wall,there were some fantastic forms of sno