It snows in spring in Western Washington. Not the cold stuff…we hardly see that throughout the year (unless you’re at a higher elevation), but the seeds from the Black Cottonwood that blow around on dry days is remarkably like big fat flakes of snow. We get so much of it that it piles up in drifts. But, it behaves different than snow or fallen flower petals (which also fall so thick that they collect in drifts). The Cottonwood seeds barely rest on the ground so when you pass they swirl up and dance around.
After a spell of dry days, I saw a spectacular wake behind my dog as we biked along. I thought, ‘This is so fantastic, I should take a video”. But, alas, I was too caught up in the present moment to do anything but relish in the wonder.