Letter written on this day

Snow means such special things to me. It means a fat soft plop, plop, as it is shovelled off the roofs and falls into the courtyard below. It means the strange melancholy halloo by which the deer are called to be fed, and which brings them bounding from all corners of the park. It means these things in an intimate way, like the ticking of the clock in one's own room means something; and is part of one.

Vita Sackville-West
Letter to Virginia Woolf
17th January 1926

(From The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf)