The other white snow
I just got home from the airport, started a bubble bath for the boys, and plopped down to check email. Ah darn it. The snow pelting the middle of the country delayed my birth daughter. She won't be making it here this evening, and the best we can hope is for a noon arrival tomorrow. Of course the airline didn't update online so I wouldn't have made a trip for naught, and they kept me waiting, waiting, wondering, waiting for several hours while planes were de-iced, delayed, finally cancelled. But we made the most of it - sang carols at the airport, even to the point of carolling at the Starbucks and the Pizza Hut. Some guy tried to give me a dollar. I think he wanted me to shut up.
And as we approached home a strange sight greeted us from the west, a flurry of tiny white specks, and I looked at my boys and they looked at me, all of us in shorts and t-shirts, and we rolled our windows down to feel, to touch this mystery southern snow. The smell caught us first, the dark pitch of fire, and as we passed the lagoon the jagged sparkle of red orange flame rose from the dry reeds, and we found our extended hands coated with ash.
7:02:51 PM 
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