The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.
Henry David ThoreauHow full of the creative genius is the air in which these [snowflakes] are generated! I should hardly admire them more if real stars fell and lodged on my coat. Nature is full of genius. Full of the divinity. So that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.
Henry David Thoreau