You know when it’s so cold that the snow turns dry?
It just flakes off when you rub it in your gloves, and settles light as a feather on the frozen ground.
If you shake a snowy branch it comes crashing down your head, finding it’s way inside your collar.
You wringe as it melts, turning into a cold droplet that runs down your back.
At last it gets warm, and evaporates from your skin.
This is that kind of a winter day: