Just as she promised, two nights after her radio show, Cayce stood by the statue of Walt Disney and Mickey, waiting for the evening "snowfall" to start.
She sat on a bench, thinking about
the last snowball fight -- who had been there, who wasn't now, what had changed ... And she decided she really didn't want to dwell on it, because that path inevitably led to melancholy.
As the first flakes of snow began to fall, she looked up and grinned, and as it started to accumulate, she began rolling up one snowball after the other.
((Feel free to come lob snowballs at Cayce, have snowballs lobbed at you, get in snowball fights with each other, build snowmen, whatever.))