The flurry of snow came and went in minutes. Minutes.
As I walked, the sun came out and the flurry of snow disappeared.
Reminded me of Hosea 6:4. Says God:
"What can I do with you, Ephraim? What can I do with you, Judah? Your love is like the morning mist, like the early dew that disappears.
Hmm. An insightful verse into the human condition.