The sun was slowly setting, and I yawned. The air was starting to get chilly and clouds began rolling in from the distance. Jason and I were inside the cockpit, steering the boat as we watched the clouds building in the sky.
“That looks like a nasty storm headed our way,” I said as I looked out of the window.
Jason glanced at me, and then he looked back out of the window.
“That is not a storm. That is the snow coming in to fall again,” he explained to me, and I looked at him in question.
“But the snow just melted,” I exclaimed.
He chuckled and looked at me with care.
“The snow falls every night,” he said matter-of-factly, and I looked at him with wide eyes.
“What happens to all the animals, the birds, the creatures that live in the water?” I asked, concerned, and he looked at me a
