The Beauty of Winter

That's a snow-covered river.  The silence of the snowy night.

This post is intended as one of those tidbits in a Victorian long meal which refreshes your palate for the main course.  But it made me also think of the wonderful fact that you might read this in a place which is hot or dry or without any snow at all!  Isn't the Internet quite wonderful?  Also a real pain in the butt, of course.