Sometimes the fresh snow on the mountain-tops looks like ice cream, whipped cream or icing sugar, but I think this is the first time that at first glance the snow looked like a cloud. Reminded me of this song (1970), which I don't think I had ever listened to but more than once or twice before in my life. When I had gone a googling, I found a new version (2000) first, which is kind of cool hearing her matured and weathered voice in contrast to her young hippie chick voice.
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