Saw this paragraph while at a data science course and I thought it was beautifully written. It gave the sense of a cold, empty winter, and so I bought the book. 
It was Hemingway’s nick adam stories. It was a good albeit disjointed read. Still the prose was captivating and Hemingway had this sharp observation of his surroundings, describing every scene to the most minute of details, especially the trout fishing scenes. 
The chapter I liked most was the one when nick and his sister ran away to escape the game wardens. 
That kind of love they had for each other is almost incomprehensible. 

"In the fall the war was always there, but we did not go to it any more. It was cold in the fall in Milan and the dark came very early. Then the electric lights came on, and it was pleasant along the streets looking in the windows. There was much game hanging outside the shops, and the snow powdered in the fur of the foxes and the wind blew their tails. The deer hung stiff and heavy and empty, and small birds blew in the wind and the wind turned their feathers. It was a cold fall and the wind came down from the mountains."