The Snow is Here

The snow has started.

The flakes' light, silent, gentle, floatiness belie the violence of their descent. Flung from the sky, they swirl and scud down and across the air. Dancing around and crashing into each other like bubbles in sparkling spring water but going the other way. Each traces a random path from the thick white-grey sky downwards, only becoming apparent when they traverse the colours of the earth, yet a patterned veil of snow falls, now heavy, now light and quietly comes to rest there.

Weather Warning: Don't eat yellow snow.