“It snows. So I don't even have to go to the pond for fresh water — just reach out the door for a handful of snow. Melt it, and it's sweet as the sky.”
“The water was pure and cold and came out of the Apennines tasting like snow melted in the hands of a pretty girl.”
“Even the snow melts, let alone the frugal regards of a soul confident in its own eternity.”
“In a dry wind like this, snow and ice can pass directly into the air as a gas without having first melted to water. This process is called sublimation; tonight the snow in the yard and the ice in the creek sublime.”
“When snow melts, what does it become?'It becomes water, of course'Wrong! It becomes spring!”
“It's going to snow on the mountains," she warned him."Ew, snow," I muttered to myself. It was June, for crying out loud."Wear a jacket.”