Silent and soft and slow

Vol. 5, Issue 6

Photo by Brian Jones on Unsplash

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

THE GOOD NEWS

Society of the snow

It’s been a long and snowy winter for many in the U.S.

Arctic air has sw…