Snow in June?

White stuff was piling up in the alleyway below our condo. Could it be snow in June? As it turned out, the nearby nightclub was planning a street festival and was testing their foam-making machine. I thought it dreamy to dash through a mountain of suds -- lighter than air, and vanishing with crackling pops. With little hesitation, I joined the antics in the alley. I'm not a runner, but sometimes, like a kid, I have the urge to sprint as fast as I can for a few seconds, or from here to there. Without having a heart attack, I'll feel exhilarated. When driving past an acreage with horses, I love to see them race-off for no particular reason other than for joy and exercise. Off-leash dog parks are a favourite place for walks, even without a dog. My heart smiles to watch them zooming and zagging, tails wagging, and then with a sudden crouch, coax another into play. My folks at home in Canada are likely seeing the 'real' white stuff now. Enjoy watching it fall, and perhap...