The snow is unfit for snowmen. It is too soft and powdery. It is, however, at the peak of perfection for snow angels. Sadly, I am an adult. *serious voice* Snow angels are for children. Adults do not leap into snow banks and cover themselves in snow. *cough* Yeah . Right. *grin*
Like a child, I shriek with delight as I fall backwards into the snow with a soft *thud*. Looking up, I can see powerlines above me, sparkling in the sunlight, sheathed in a thin layer of ice. A brilliant blue sky spreads above me as I breathe in the chill air. It is the matter of a few moments, waving my arms and kicking my legs, and then comes the truly tricky part: getting up without disturbing the imprint in the snow. I carefully plant hands and feet inside the angelprint and stand erect. I take One Giant Step out, and voila! A snow angel! I dust myself off, stamp my feet, and cavort in joy!