On a sunny morning last spring, I drove to exercise class through a shower of snow. Neither the other motorists nor I had any worry about traveling. Traffic moved along while a few feather-like flakes whacked into our windshields. We all knew that within an hour, the sunshine would be bright again (it was), and the snow flakes would vanish (they did).
I enjoyed that morning, but it stirred thoughts of another experience I had with unexpected snow several years ago. Thinking of that other happening brought back memories of the welcome face of my sister Clarice one afternoon when I was not at all happy to see snow.
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