This Moment - March 31, 12:19 P.M.

Snow is falling in rivers, strong current driving insistent flakes under and down to the ground. Tear shaped drops hang from forlorn branches, but do not fall. Small white pockets find refuge in the crooks of trees and in the hollows of cupped leaves. The sky is hidden behind a thick rug of clouds. A lone bird clutches a branch. Swallows that have made their nest in the building’s water spout, call warning or greeting, it is impossible to know. A crow, a dark eye in the sky’s white face, flies quickly northward. A seagull follows. A sibilant shushing sound slips through the open window and threads its soft fingers through the office air.