It's hailing outside. Not just a little bit, either. It's just a little too warm to be piling up much on the already-sopping-wet concrete of the roads, but the beauty bark of the office landscaping is completely white with ice crystals that look uncannily like rock salt. (Oh, the irony.) The building cafeteria has a slanting glass roof, and there are sheets of ice slowly flowing downwards in frozen waves of slush.
Good grief. At least it's not sticking (yet).
Good grief. At least it's not sticking (yet).