The day it snowed in San Francisco we stared so hard out the classroom windows that our nose prints remained on the glass
The day it snowed in San Francisco we begged our teachers to let us outside to play
The day it snowed in San Francisco we tried our hardest to build snow people. Do have carrots? Do we have sticks? Do we have rocks?
Can we make life from nothing? Can we build a magical object? Can we wish more snow into falling?
We had no jackets, no gloves, no sufficient supply of snow.
But our teachers gave us magic when they pushed open the classroom doors and released us to play until every snowflake had found the ground.
The day it snowed in San Francisco it snowed in San Francisco.
The day it snowed in San Francisco was like living in a book, like not living in San Francisco at all, like going to a place where we understood the enchanted possibilities of water and ourselves.