CJ and I have spent the day watching the snow. It’s accumulated up to “light dusting” level now but scheduled to end in about half an hour here. I asked CJ what he saw outside. Here is our conversation word for word.
Me: What do you see?
Me: what is the snow doing?
CJ: Falling. It is falling. The snow is falling. The falling snow.
Me: what is the falling snow doing?
CJ: Breezing. It’s Breezing. The falling snow is in the breezing.
CJ: The falling snow is blowing in the breeze.
I think that’s the most beautiful sentence I’ve ever heard.