"Think about winter," he said. "Not here, not in Keeliai but at home, in France. Think about waking up in the morning and finding that it's snowed overnight, how the sun hits where it drifts and catches the snow that blows off the tops of them like the way it catches the spray from the top of an ocean wave. How the whole world seems a little bit quieter, kind of muffled and you notice the little sounds you'd forgotten were there. Think about the way it sits on the tree branches and decorates the tops of fence posts, and gives the houses snowy hats."