Friday evening, I went for a short walk with the girls just before dinner. Down at the end of the block, the pond contained a few ducks and a small, thin floe of ice.
Less than three hours later, when I headed out for my run, the ice was gone.
This afternoon, only this little spot of snow - eight inches long, four inches wide, a quarter-inch deep - remained of the snow in our backyard.
Thirty minutes later, it was gone, too.