She had read about snow but had never seen it. When he tried to explain it, he realized how difficult it was to explain something he had taken for granted. They called it "the event," and it changed everything; the weather was merely one of the things it had disrupted.
"It's small, soft, and white," he said. "It falls from the sky and forms a layer on the ground and other surfaces." She looked with amazement as if he were explaining the secret workings of a magic trick. She pointed to the fragile pearl petals and said, "snow!"
He looked at the delicate white petals. They had fallen from an autumn clematis struggling to survive yet still producing joy within a world that had forgotten what it was.
"Yes," He said smilingly, "snow."