My second memory is of snow-making. It was dark. We were in the stairway. Hands of giants were dressing me in heavy clothing as my big brother (two years older) was telling me about this wonderful white cold flaky stuff that fell from the sky. God made this white cold flaky stuff, he said. My brother was very excited, telling me about masses of delicate little pieces of webwork falling and falling, and that this was its own (new to me) particular season. He went into a long and deep analysis of how God accomplished this:
The band of precipitation that is associated with a warm front is often extensive, forced by weak upward vertical motion of air over the frontal boundary, which condenses as it cools off and produces snowfall within an elongated band, which is wide and stratiform, meaning falling out of nimbostratus clouds.