06 February 2007

afternoon flakes

They began fat and feathery (my favorite kind), then tapered into a fine shower of powder.

Now the snow drops like white ashes, but heavier: half-frozen, half-wet.

The street is hazy, out-of-focus, a backdrop to the airy dance of a million tiny crystals.


de_scribes said...

Beautifully put.

(Newsflash alert) I love your writing.

Here's how my kids described it:


kris said...

Nicki-you surely have a lot of posts lately about the weather-it is easy to tell it occupies a lot of your thoughts. Yesterday my nose hairs froze walking to the dining commons!