Silent snow, secret snow. That's always my first thought of winter - the title is from a short story we had to read back in high school. If i remember correctly, it's about a character with schizophrenia. My second thought is always - will the snowblower work. My conclusion is i don't have schizophrenia, And i suppose, that's a good thing - then again, maybe i'd be more artistic! Wild where the thoughts go!