By lunchtime the valley was lightly coated, like a cake with confectioner’s sugar…there was white fur on the antlers of the iron deer and on the melancholy boughs of the Norway spruce

By lunchtime the valley was lightly coated, like a cake with confectioner’s sugar…there was white fur on the antlers of the iron deer and on the melancholy boughs of the Norway spruce. (Elizabeth Enright, The Four-Story Mistake)