Not that I think the world is drab-coloured, but this does evoke the magical moment of waking up to snow (assuming your life doesn’t depend on getting through it with ease), particularly if you have been through a few months of drab-coloured, snowless winter.
‘Footprints in the snow have been unfailing provokers of sentiment ever since snow was first a white wonder in this drab-coloured world of ours.’
Source: Kenneth Grahame, ‘Dies Irae’, Dream Days, illus. by Maxfield Parrish (Edin.: Paul Harris Publishing, 1983), p. 149
