This morning there was a little crust of snow on the roof next door, but nothing falling. Then it started to snow tiny balls of ice that ticked on the window, and those turned into icy flakes that hit the garbage cans in the alley with a skittery clatter, and that turned into freezing rain that tapped on the window, and finally it all resolved into fat feathery slow-motion flakes that hissed against the window, and the wind blew snow off the roofs in big swirling gusts.
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June 2019
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