Birthday People

On snowfall and attrition

This morning the car was flecked with the kind of snow that looks like tiny snowballs. I’m sure there’s a specific word for that kind of snow in some northern language that I don’t speak - Inuit, or Russian, or Finnish. Maybe even English, which I do speak, but by virtue of being a transplant from the Gulf Coast, I do not know what that word might be. F…