I made many a snow angel back in the day. Now I live in Southern California, so opportunities are few and far between. I did make snow angels with grown-up friends from college in March a few years ago, while visiting in New Jersey. I think I'd call it snow angel therapy. Getting down in the snow, resting on my back, staring into the cold, blue, wintery sky, making a sweeping motion with my hands and legs, and touching a childhood memory deep in my heart -- all combine to make for a playful release of the stress of adulthood, if even for just a moment. Love it! Never too old, I hope!
An activity just right for flakes like me!