The air, heavy with silent, still flakes, closed in behind us making our isolation almost absolute.

The next morning the snow began to fall, slowly at first and then in fast, heavy flakes.

It started to snow, the heavy white flakes that coated early February.

I glanced to the window and noticed that heavy flakes of snow were beginning to fall.

I glanced toward the window, and the heavy flakes of snow that continued to fall.

Snow was falling in heavy flakes from a dense, gray sky.

Outside the window, large, heavy flakes of snow began to fall.

The two old friends watched as the heavy flakes gently swirled.

The first heavy flakes of a long storm were drifting down.

Outside, the snow came down in fat, heavy flakes - a memento of their first kiss.