The snow is bright but you are not cold. Everything is white and besides the hole that is behind you there is no one to tell you where you are. You decide straight ahead is as good as any direction. It begins to snow. The wind whistles past your ears and it sounds like a voice. Just as soon as you hear it, it’s gone. So you listen carefully, hoping it might speak again. Five minutes go by . . . nothing. It continues to snow in bigger flakes and it’s hard to see your own hands in front of your face. The wind blows again, and as it does, it sounds like a deep voice and it says “play!” blowing all the snow from the sky into a little hill that you are now standing on. A little wooden sleigh is by your left foot. You take a seat on the sleigh and lean down toward the foot of the hill, but quickly you move faster than expected and even at the bottom of the hill the sleigh keeps moving so fast that you must hold on tight just to stay on.