Thoreau writes in his journal:
Snows very fast, large flakes, a very lodging snow, quite moist; turns to rain in afternoon. If we leave the sleigh for a moment, it whitens the seat, which must be turned over. We are soon thickly covered, and it lodges on the twigs of the trees and bushes,—there being but little wind,—giving them a very white and soft, spiritual look. Gives them a still, soft, and light look . . .