Driving along West River Drive (okay, fine Martin Luther King, Jr. Drive) this morning, suddenly little bits of something started fluttering down from the sky. I looked around, confused for a moment. Had some recycling plant lost control of it’s paper scraps? Were thousands of birds molting pure, white tufts of down? Was it possible that unseen apple blossom trees were releasing their petals in unison?

In a flash I realized what it was and nearly smacked my my global-warming addled head against the steering wheel in the ridiculousness of my thought process. SNOW! It didn’t last long, by the time I got to St. Joe’s, it had nearly stopped, but while it lasted, it was lovely.

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