Icy Morning

It hailed last night. At least, I said it was hail; Jon said it was sleet. We decided to table it as a semantic discussion, but this morning the world looked like it was covered in partially-soaked tapioca. Each little ball was translucent on the outside and white on the inside, and walking through them was like walking along a pebbly beach. But it was getting warm by the time I left for work, and they were melting in great big tapioca lakes that you could barely jump over. I think the puddles were so huge because the balls of ice had piled up high in certain areas.

Weird.