Woke this morning to 34 degrees.  Snow was falling when I went to bed last night but it was done.  Snow was laid like sod on lawns and sprinkled on trees and bushes as decor.  None covered  any sidewalk or street.  They were clear and dry. 

For some reason, as I saw that, I thought of so many science fiction and fantasy ideas that can arise from simple twists - white grass as a home fashion accessory and eye tattoos, among them, along with the secret lives of snow flakes.