Sunny Snowstorm

 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.