It was nearly 50 degrees today, and the world was filled with the sounds of melting. Little brooks dashed at a furious clip, ice chunks pin-balling off of boulders. Snow melt pattered off the roof, "pinging" off the melted puddles, "plopping" off the sodden snow, "tinkling" as it hit the old coffee can I use for a bird seed scoop. For something as silent as snow usually is, it made for a noisy day as it melted.
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