If we kept to soft snow, no plane could land near them.

I landed in the soft snow and went around to the porch.

He wanted so badly to lie down in the soft clean snow and rest.

The years may have rolled by, but the relationship between skis and soft snow has not changed.

The darkened kitchen was now quite filled with deep, soft snow.

He landed in soft snow, with the skeleton on top of him and passed out like a light.

He tried to dodge, slipped, and fell to the soft snow.

All I really wanted to do was to lie down and rest in the soft, comforting snow.

We went well and covered 10 miles quite quickly until we hit some soft snow which was game over.

But arms and legs were simply swallowed by the soft snow.