So, living in the Northern part of the Pioneer Valley, I have a meteorological, masochistic, fascination with needles and shattered dendrites. It's a phenomena that I get to watch with the big coastals. East to West moisture fetch. We'll get some hours of decent snow growth and then I'll obsessively watch the arctic sand pour down, pausing with excitement when a certain wind gust bring good snow growth, for a minute or two. Maniacally watching the baking powder fall while a mix of larger dendrites mixes in and teases. The hills to my east and west tripling up on ratios.