The kind hand of winter had erased every trace of the landscape that Joe knew so well and disliked so deeply, removing all evidence of its barren and unpleasant scenery, softening the sharp edges of fences and rooftops. Through the thoughtful intervention of winter, his world had
been transformed. Suddenly, he felt less of an outsider. Welcomed by the cordial embrace of brilliant white snowdrifts, winter adorned the sparse
trees, houses, and roadways with her familiar clothing.