Those flakes floating down reminded me of days building snowmen with my young children, of snow forts built by those same kids and of snowball fights. And of days I lived among the tall pines where a walk through the woods during a snowfall such as this was like walking through a fairy land. And of crisp, cold nights where the light of a full moon made the snow sparkle like diamonds. And of the taste of hot cocoa made from real milk with marshmallows floating on top that was so good after an afternoon of playing in the snow.
It is amazing to me what memories can be triggered just by the falling of a few large flakes of snow.