I looked out the window of the Goodwill on Sunday and saw what looked like a serious snowstorm.
"Is that snow?" I asked incredulously, my voice betraying apprehension.
The cashier glanced out the window and paused a second, then went back to wrapping my "bric-a-brac" (as the cash register categorized it).
"No," she said. "That's pollen."
She was right, but still -- it was eeries to walk out into the hot sun with white stuff swirling around me.
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