Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Nevermind that you can't see the snowflakes in these shots...the boys were thrilled.
Hardly able to contain himself, Isaac ran to his microphone to help him scream to the rooftops, "It's snowing!"
