Snow finally showed. Wet and heavy, courtesy of El Nino somewhere in the equatorial Pacific.
On Walkabout, the sidewalk was somewhere under the tide. Snow plows hurled slush upon the compacted snow. A frothy wave permanently rested on its beach.
Like any beachcomber, I left only footprints to mark my passage. Soon they will melt too.
Shouldn't...but Do 
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