The sky is shedding the last of its winter skin, dropping snowflakes the size of my palm that stick to everything they touch. It's beautiful...regardless of its odd timing. Perhaps I should be grumbling about the inconvenience of spring blizzards, but instead, it's making me strangely happy.

Just as quickly as it started, it abruptly stopped. Patrick proudly brought me a handful of lovely white snow and I couldn't resist the temptation to bite into it. Mmmm...feels lovely on the tongue. :)