"The snowfall came at 5:03pm. Dusk had set in 18 minutes before, so the soft patter of cold descent proved to be the only confirmation. It reminded me of a story my father once retold. He knew of a scientist that trekked the Swiss mountains. Upon ascent, he discovered a moss that exhibited rarity. It had a distinct scent, reminiscent of fresh yet spicy, ozonic cucumber; titled Blue Ice. The comfort of this tale contrasted the chill of the winter, and reminded me of minor, yet significant treasures."