Kaza, Himachal Pradesh, India, 25 January 2017, 1415 hours:

What I am seeing right now is stunning. There is a ground and it is white. There is a sky and it is white. There is a wide river and it is white. Across the river and all around there are mighty Himalayan mountains and they are white. The air it is white. The snow still falling is white. It is one blank space punctuated by bits of houses, an odd tree.
And of course there are the six of us fools, shivering in our boots but happily trudging up and down to the river.

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