Morning showers and warm temperatures have assisted with the snow melt. Our mounds of snow have shrunken. No longer a pristine white, but covered in grime and dirt. I reminded of a "A Patch of Snow" by Robert Frost:
There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was blown away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print over spread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten--
If I ever read it.