We’ve enjoyed a heavy, feathery snowfall in southern New England today. It started around 4:30 this morning, just as I set out for my morning hill-climbs on Granite Street. At that time the granules were tiny but soft, just lightly swishing around me as I walked. They almost gave me a fluffy feeling while I was hiking up and down the hill, as though I wasn’t so much climbing as floating. It’s now 2:54 p.m. and the silky stuff has been falling all day. About an hour ago, the snow was coming down in great downy clusters, heavier than I’ve seen it all winter. It gave a velvety look to the landscape outside my window. Just now, however, I hear what sounds like sleet or rain against the window, so the silky part of the storm might have just passed away.