A few hours 'til dusk

I just experienced something rather eery, yet almost magical. The sun has been slowing sinking in the late afternoon sky, and the golden rays slant idly into my living room. Willy has been resting in the light, his head on his paws, and I've been playing piano. But for some reason I decided to walk over by him, and in doing so I happened to glance out the window. An odd sight met my eyes - there in the glowing sunlight of the approaching evening, snow was gently falling. It seemed to hang, suspended, in the air, delicately landing on the yellowed grass and melting instantly. I walked out onto my driveway and watched the small, shining flakes dance around me, savoring every moment of their fleeting lives. The wind blew calmly, and for a minute or so I just stood there, enjoying the snow in the sunlight.

Then it passed.