March 28: Snow pellets

This morning, the office phoebe returned. This afternoon, a co-worker and I were mesmerized watching as a light snowfall shifted from big loose flakes to pellets of ice that rolled off the shingled roof like thousands of tiny white marbles. This random snow shower didn't linger; no snow clings to the grass. And now it's raining. One of those raw days I'm thankful to be inside, under a solid, secure roof.

Roof over our heads
easily sheds snow pellets,
and later, the rain.