“At first?” Cale asked.
“Yes. An individual snowflake can be crushed or melted easily, but as the snowfall continues, it gains strength, been around longer, and it starts to do some crushing of its own. Don’t underestimate it.”
From out of view, a sweet, melodic voice floats between them like the rush of warm air when an oven door’s pulled open to check on an apple pie. “Oh, honey. Why must you be so philosophical?”
Read the story’s beginning here: Cale’s Story