Tuesday afternoon I looked up to find snow falling
in big, gloppy splats. I walked over to the Coke Field to
take these pictures, slipping and sliding all the way.
Early this evening, I went to have my hair cut,
then walked home. The slush that only a couple hours
earlier overflowed the gutters was already gone.
In the dark, my way had been cleared,
outlined by the snow that remained on the lawns.