But here’s another. I tried to capture it on camera and barely sorta maybe did if you squint hard enough: it’s that the snow flurries come after the first rains. And upside down.
We used to turn off the lights at night in New Hampshire and sit with our very small children in our laps watching the flakes fall, music playing softly in the background; George Winston’s December album was one, memorably.
But here, they rise from the ground all beautifully white and a-flutter and twirl upwards in the breeze.
Dang termites.