One winter day the snow fell unusually hard. As a young man, I cavorted in the whitest and wettest snow I had ever seen in Oklahoma. During a late afternoon blizzard, we built an elephant, including his trunk and massive ears. The neighborhood kids bundled up in their warmest winter clothes and “helped”. Heavy wet crystals settled on my blue watch cap, forming a thick round pile of white fluff. The guys laughed. Flakes, swirled around by the wind, created a veil, making it hard to see our masterpiece. Arctic air forced my mouth dry, so I caught big flakes on my tongue and melted them, while liquid snowflakes rolled down my throat. Natures purest water quenched my thirst, and it satisfied me. The fluids restored my energy while I recuperated on the back of the elephant; his name was Chumley. All of us ran, slid around in the yard, wrestled, hooted, and hollered, not caring what the neighbors thought. We had a good time.