“They’re not just dreams. Not anymore, I dream more than I wake now, and, at times, I have crossed over. Can’t you see? I’ve been there.”
Winter’s Tale by Mark Helprin.
I dreamed about the perfect blizzard to come over New York City, the one that transfigures scenery and redesigns the landscape; the mesmerizing snow storm that slows time down and takes you into the realm of pure winter wonderland, where snow incessantly falls with soft, sparkling, shooting star flakes that resemble comet’s tail when captured in the fall, before they kiss the puffy clouds you walk on.