March in Columbus, Ohio

In Columbus winter begins to relinquish its grip in March, but only reluctantly. The battle with spring takes place under gray skies, and tree branches with pinhead green sprouts rattle in the wind, and something falls from the sky that is not quite snow, not quite rain, not even sleet, but frozen droplets that tinkle when they hit, almost like the tumbling of thin seashells.

Gary Kinder, Ship of Gold in the Deep Blue Sea (New York: Grove Publishing, 1998), Kindle loc.6579