and on the second day of spring, it snows.

upstairs, we'd been listening to familliar songs with a cello accompaniment, and songasming over the breathtaking result. someone clomped up the stairs, asking,

it's spring, right?
yeah...
then why is it snowing?

at which point i leapt across the room, cackling with glee, gave him a delighted kiss, and flew down the stairs to put my shoes on.

outside, the marmaladestreetlight showed little soft flakes drifting leisurely down, just barely enough to frost the parked cars. out came the cameras, with seconds-long exposures to catch the path of the snow.

and if they turn out well, i might just have to scan them and find a place for them here.