The air was cold, brisk, the snowflakes falling faster.
He released a sigh when he.d transformed and shook snowflakes from his thick coat.
The steady downward spiral of snowflakes was mesmerizing, peaceful.
He looked at the snowflakes fluttering above the fire and remembered a Russian winter at his warm, bright home, his fluffy fur coat, his quickly gliding sleigh, his healthy body, and all the affection and care of his family.
We five hirelings, as dissimilar as snowflakes, are tripping over one another in an effort to display mutual accommodation.