Along the hard crest of the snowdrift
to my white, mysterious house,
both of us quiet now,
keeping silent as we walk.
And sweeter than any song
this dream we now complete?
the trembling of branches we brush against,
the soft ringing of your spurs.
- 'Along the Hard Crest of the Snowdrift' Anna Akhmatova

Just before the snow flurry at lunchtime I was taking pics of the snow covered benches in Bruntsfield Links. Can't believe how deep it is!