I wander through the softened streets, my breath visible in the crisp air, when I stumble upon a group huddled together, carefully stacking blocks of snow. Their hands move with purpose, shaping and smoothing, slowly bringing an igloo to life. The structure stands half-formed, a testament to patience and teamwork, its entrance framed by footprints and scattered snow piles.
Laughter echoes as someone steps back to admire their progress, their cheeks flushed from the cold.