Daily story, May 25, 2025

Snow fell at the summer barbecue, perfect snow that clumped to itself but only melted in mouths. We pulled the parasol over the hot coals to keep them from being smothered. The kids built castles and threw snowballs and then warmed their fingers back up in the sunshine; the grownups packed beers around the feet of a snowman. None of us thought it strange until years later. We remembered how the hot weather made a fistful of snow down your top so much colder.