And it's hysterically funny. It looks more like the sky has mild dandruff, than actual snow. I'll see one or two flakes drifting down, at any time I look out; but it never really looks like more than that. Always like it's just about to start or stop, but they keep coming past my window and have been for five or ten minutes.
So it's snowing.
Kind of.
So it's snowing.
Kind of.