From The Bus Window

Hail stones crash into slush, melting in the instant. Bright flashes against darkness, like thousands of meteor strikes witnessed from space. The hail stones are so light they're picked up by the wind and blown in a dance along the contours of parked cars. I love snow. I see chaos and coincidence in every flake. Then I get to throw snow balls and everything looks so pretty
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