" All the boundaries of the world disappeared after a good snow. Nathan had always noticed that. The seemingly sturdy, dependable dividing lines between his yard and his neighbor's yard, or the sidewalk and the street, simply disappeared. Erased by white.

As if the world were advising him not to put too much faith in such markings. That perhaps these lines had never been entirely real to begin with. "

― Catherine Ryan Hyde , When I Found You