today i watched at least three types of snow fall from the sky. First, large heavy flakes, that glob together and clomp around the streets, like they have heavy feet that just need to touch down. There were also tiny ice pebbles, more like sand, that stung for a second when they whipped at my face, but then instantly erupted into tears on my fiery cheeks. And finally there were those perfect little individual flakes that are like little swatches of lace suspended for a second right before your eyes. Knotted ice, delicate and sweet, dressing the city in frilly elegance. These ones are my favorite.
in a mere couple of months the gravel will show through the ice again and the greenness of everything will once again stain my eyes.