Snow country

Two ravens stitch a black line between bits of snow. Their love dance, like mine, is a picture of vertigo. The air shakes, then drops and hardens. Snowflakes make dizzying, vaulting leaps. Pine winds bunch needles into whisks for tea, brooms for sweeping away confusion.
—Gretel Ehrlich, "Prelude: A Winter Solstice Blizzard"