This chain is dripping with melting snow that can barely make it to the ground without turning to water in the just-above-freezing temperatures. If it had any sense at all, it would just give up the fight, call itself rain, and be done with it. Even that man in the background is unorthodoxly armed with an umbrella in a snow storm. But at twilight these lazy, fat snowflakes make such a good natured landing that you can't help but enjoy being out in their down-coming. I really enjoy this type of light and moisture combination.