On the first day of snow, when the white curtain of winter began to stream down,
the house where i lived grew distant
and at first it seemed imperative to hurry home.
But later, not much later, I began to see
that soft snowbound house as i would always remember it,
and i would linger a long time in the pasture,
turning in circles, staring
at all the crisp, exciting, snow filled roads
that led away.
- Mary Oliver