Again, no photos.
The snow started in earnest today, little falling fluffs that have been steadily streaming down from the sky. I never realized how slowly you must drive when living in snow, but slowly we did trek through Columbus proper.
It was in the backyard of a house undergoing lead assessment that Andrea pointed out to me how perfectly each snowflake is formed, separated as they fall from the sky. In Boston I'd only ever noticed clumps drifting down from the sky; here we could see each snowflake in its unique perfection, flat planes of crystalline symmetry [or not]. Her camera wasn't quite able to capture them as we'd like, so it will be yet another moment preserved in memory for its sheer wonderment and peacefulness of the time of day, the very moment in my life.