It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder he became, the more he melted.

It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.

…when you’re hard and unyielding your words score me with lines – I hate lines – I want curves – curves are happy like a snowman …