It snowed today, if you can call it that. There must have been no more than one cloud in the sky. In the bright sun, I could the flakes tumbling by the way they glittered as their faces caught the light. They flashed like tiny meteors, gone before you saw them. The air was so turbulent that some of them circled in the air like insects looking for a nice leaf to land on. Or maybe the snowflakes wanted to find a bug to attach to, and become wings.
Snowlike objects
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