It's powder sugaring outside my window. Quite lovely. There's something about snow at dusk that's particularly magical; it gets this robin's egg blue cast, an opalescent glow. It's not sticking to the street yet, just the grass and slightly on the trees.
I often refer to the period of the year I'm born in as the "armpit of the calendar". Although we Aquarians are a magical lot, the time of year in which we're born often seems far from it: frigid, barren, and bunny-free.
But on late afternoons like this, with the delicate falling flakes and the wind picking up just a tad, it makes me glad to have a birthday season with this as a backdrop.