By noon, it had snowed heavily. Cold weather, gray, closed in from all sides. No one dared to step outside their home. Where could you go, and what could you do?
Wherever you looked, you saw a white curtain falling, falling, with no end in sight. Around three, the snow stopped. A sea breeze blew and swept away the clouds. At the top of the blue sky, the sun shone.
Then everything became visible: Olympus, Kissavos, the boats of Nychterem, the plain of Larissa were all pure white; so white, that the Thermaic Gulf appeared darker and the sky more golden in contrast to the tones.
