This morning I woke to a fresh blanket of snow. I crunch-crunch-crunched my way to the bus stop in the grey pre-dawn, watching the snow swirl down through the streetlights. When I got off the bus at work, there was very little snow on the ground although there was still a significant amount down-swirling.
We walked to lunch through the slush and puddles. The snow was coming down in almost-blizzardly splendour as we looked out the windows at lunch, but none was sticking to the wet ground.
I walked back through the rain to the bus stop after work. All traces of snow were gone, except damp tatters of dirty lace under the odd tree.
But when I got off the bus at home, I stepped into stiffening slush and some suspiciously thick puddles. There's still water dripping into the rain gutters, but the first few flakes fell through the streetlight about half-way up my street.
Now large flakes are swirling down again.