faintly falling
We'd had snow falling from the sky at various levels of intensity at least ten different times so far, but I still can’t get used to it.
While growing up in Texas snow was a novelty. We would maybe get one snowfall a year. Sometimes it would stick, but usually it didn’t; or, it wouldn’t stick on the ground for long. In Texas, I think we'd get ice or sleet more than anything else.
It snowed every year, sometimes heavily, during my years living in Michigan. I can’t remember if I grew to hate the snow and ice, or whether I enjoyed it. I know there were some days when walking across the Michigan State campus, carrying my heavy band instrument, that I hated the slipping and sliding the snow and ice caused.
We're back in the north again, and the snow has been falling, especially the last couple of weeks. And I like it. A lot. It hasn’t collected on the ground so much yet, so it hasn’t interfered with driving yet, so my mind may end up changing later. I just find it wonderfully peaceful, and it makes the dropping temperatures just that much more bearable. It’s definitely a nice change from Texas.