snow

sloppy snow, weighing down the shoulders of the trees out back.
Thursday morning.

"Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It's late afternoon - the sun is just setting (a cold yellow color) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using the last light to write to you." 

(Jean Webster, Daddy-Long-Legs, published 1912 

made into a film starring Mary Pickford in 1919).