softening snow

Softening snow – enough to make a small snowman, and lots of snowballs, and get hit by them without sting: a quick chill to my face, a cold drip down my neck.

There is more moisture in the air, released from melting snow. It’s almost fog, but just haze. The sun does come out, eventually, but just barely; not the small, hard, bright sun of midwinter, but blurred and softened into pastels, blending into sky… clouds… snow.