by Holly Day Aditya Vyas The first snowfall is felt as well as heard, the tiny patter of bits of ice tapping against the bare tin sheet that makes up the roof of the back porch the sound of its weight as the first volley lands in a blanket on the deck out back. This first snowfall is always “snow,” there’s no need to call it anything else whether it’s welcome or reviled. As the months go on it becomes harder to explain the weather to one not completely immersed in it that “sn