I slipped out the back door to drop a plastic milk jug into the recycling can. Frozen in mid step, I dropped the bottle and ran inside for my camera.
"You have got to come outside - and hurry!"
"It's snowing in the sunshine!" I shouted to Jeff.
I maniacally ran around the house trying to look every direction. It was pouring down snow - big fluffy flakes of snow while sun shone brightly just as it was beginning its downward descent toward setting.
The air was filled with small arcs of color as I imagine it is in the cloud forest of Costa Rica (though I have never been)
Branches became wet with snow that ceased as quickly as it started. I felt I was in a giant, glistening spiderweb, damp with dew on a spring morning's dawn.
In its wake the miniature storm left shadows that stretched across the field . . .
. . . with lines that connected trees across their boundary.