Pallid pedestrians shuffle along rimy pavements hoping that the next chunk of snow to shear off a tenement roof doesn’t have their name on it.

And, dear Margaret, the rimy trees were now all like pyramids of golden filagree, and lace, cobweb fine, in the red firelight.

Denser grows the forest, more ragged the clefts; we seek a path through the rimy brushwood, our hands torn with the brambles....