Snow is beautiful, but its coldness saps your strength and slows the movement of your hands—much like the coldness of someone toward you; it leaves you so chilled that you are rendered motionless, frozen in sheer astonishment.
Snow is beautiful, but its coldness saps your strength and slows the movement of your hands—much like the coldness of someone toward you; it leaves you so chilled that you are rendered motionless, frozen in sheer astonishment.