Snowstorms in Spring

I was in the school shuttle bus on my way to work, my mind in its own weird world, when all at once my brain registered what my eyes had been following for a while. Little white flakes, floating from the heavens, swirling around gracefully in the street!! The temperature was a good 65 degrees F, I'd worn a T-shirt and I was comfy. How, then, was it snowing?

It wasn't. They were the white petals from the trees around. It is spring once again! And this year, it hasn't passed me by.