“His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”
– James Joyce
It was a snowfall such as we got on Thursday morning that I imagine could have inspired a line like the one quoted above, from The Dead.
The snow must have drifted down, rather than fell, in a windless early morning, so delicately was it arranged everywhere. Rarely do snowflakes collect intact as they did yesterday morning.
By midday it had part-melted and refroze. It was just a blanket of ice by that point. The individual snowflakes had long since disappeared.
