Lacking real winter, cracking cold and snowy white, as is my childhood memory from growing up in the Alps, I treated myself to the next best thing to it today, that I could think of: making sure not to wear too warm clothes, I took a three hour walk in the cool afternoon and early evening, wandering the Spree river banks of Berlin. It was enough to get my ears real cold. Then I ran myself a hot bath, enjoying the heat and steam. I felt as if I had tricked climate change and/or relocation for once and drew a snowman on my mirror. Hat, coal buttons, scarf, carrot nose, the lot. I had fun!
James Taylor, Steamroller Blues
After all, steam is but one of the appearances of snow on its way to disaggregation.
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