Eventually, the snow began to melt.
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It flowed in tiny streams along the meandering road, delicately skirting by our hiding place. A soft trickling made its way to our ears and my tent mate cautiously took a peek outside, intrigued.
“Do you see that?” He asked.
“Yeah, I see it.” I replied, silently annoyed that he had gotten a glimpse before I could.
“Why is the snow melting?” He asked.
“How would I know?” I replied, less silently annoyed. “I don’t know how the snow got here in the first place.”
Last year, sometime around June, we woke up one morning and the world was covered in exactly seven inches of snow. As the days, then weeks, then months trudged on, the temperature remained steady but the snow didn’t shift. If anything, it seemed to be rising, but we never saw a single snowflake fall.
We wanted to know more. We needed to understand what was happening. We decided to leave the city and witness nature firsthand.
One year later and the snow was suddenly losing its solid form.
“Do you see that?” He asked again.
This time I wasn’t annoyed. I couldn’t believe what I saw. The water was defying gravity, it was moving skyward.