She bent over the water and scooped it full of the icy gray slush.

I'm taking you to see snow, Lindy-realsnow, not gray slush pushed by the roadside.

The fresh white snow was trampled to gray slush, then splattered red in places as return fire found targets.

The surface of the snow softened by day, and high-piled white drifts settled slowly into soggy masses of saturated, gray slush.

Then they set out along the road through the gray slush, the boy at his side with his hands in his pockets.

Once, long ago, it had conjured visions of gray slush, cars splattered with the chalk of salt, naked trees, yellow grass, and unforgiving skies.

Here the early spring is a torrent of water beneath a mushy, sodden covering of snow that turns to gray slush under the slightest pressure.

The cement stoop was littered with globules of rock salt that had eaten their way through yesterday's ice, leaving a doily of frozen gray slush.

The trees were bare; the herbs drowned in graying slush.

Gray slush by the roadside.