I mean, individual ones, not gallons of them falling at once and adding up to a foot of them. Just in case Mother Nature reads my blog or anything. Not that I don't like the snow, of course, just that, you know, it's almost March and we're sort of hoping for forties instead of four. But I digress. While it's still winter, I'll still marvel at single snowflakes, fallen and frozen and each unique on our torn-out piece of black construction paper.