Each summer as a child, the day would arrive when I'd crave winter.
Instead of swimming or playing outside, I'd eat a bowl of ice cream and watch a holiday movie.
I'm reminded of my little Christmas-in-July tradition lately when I see white objects drifting slowly through a blue sky. The cottonwood trees have gone crazy the past few weeks and their fluff is flying everywhere.
It really does look like falling snow. So now I get a dose of winter in the summer—minus the cold and snow.
Photo from here.