Winter is an artist, unappreciated in his time. He takes hard edges and makes them soft. He takes the noise and makes it quiet. He takes the dirty earth and makes it clean. He takes strangers and makes them into Good Samaritans. With care, he crafts each crystal and places it at angles with the rest, dendrites fitted like cogs: a clockwork blizzard, mighty yet precise. He wraps his arms around the busy world and kisses it to sleep.