Every year the cottonwood trees in the area release a breath of "snow" that blows around for blocks. It reminds me of my childhood when we tortured one of the cranky neighbors (a little sensitive) by lighting thier grass on fire. When the dry "cotton" which surrounds the airborne seed clumps together, one match will burn in an all around spread pattern at about one foot per second. I can't resist igniting this trail of memories every time I walk by...