It is snowing in Mississippi right now. Not the big fat flakes of a silent snow on the prairies. And not the hard pellets of ice from the East. But the kind of snow that doesn’t accumulate, and can hardly be discerned with the naked eye. Yet when it hits your windshield you have to question your sanity for a minute.
I suppose in technical terms, it’s actually sleet. But anything that comes near being frozen down here in the swamp gets called snow.
I tried to take a picture, but it was hopeless. And really cold.
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