The first
snowfall is always a festal night in Fill. Great drifts blanket the mountains a
pure white.
Every year,
when the first flake is sighted, Old Udek dons his winter robes. He makes his
way to the top of the tallest mountain, ignoring aching bones and his frostbit
nose.
Once there,
he opens the flask around his neck. He catches a single snowflake within it,
stoppers the flask, and makes his laborious climb back home.
When the
revelers ask why he does this, knowing the flake will melt, he always replies,
"I'm storing up hope, against the dry season."
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