Still occasionally mistaking brightness for warmth. – Rob Temple, @SoVeryBritish (Very British Problems: Making Life Awkward for Ourse

Snow-flakes! Yes, it is true, in accordance with the child-thought, you come floating so gently down from Heaven as if afraid of hurting the wintry earth…. Ye gentle, fleecy things!… Snow-flakes! – A.S. Macduff, “The Message of the Snow-Flakes,” in The Sunday Magazine (London),

Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem. – William Hamilton Gibson

It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man’s energy. – Arthur Conan Doyle