It's Snowing on Mars

The stream was flat and glimmery, framed by tall inward curving banks of trees.  I sat on the small bridge, in traffic, on the way home from work.  As I looked out my window the sunlight grew brighter, pouring through the leaves and casting them golden (though most were still green).

On Mars, the Phoenix lander can "see" snow falling a couple of kilometers above it.  Flakes evaporating before they hit the ground.

Right now, here, it is ink-black beyond my window.  Just the sounds of the highway and cicadas out there.  In here it is the tap-tapping of the keyboard and distant tv.  The sky seems so high above me.