As a goose I flew above the frozen Night Road River. It was night, a full moon, and the stars sang out.
The clouds came, gently, no malice, and at their centre walked a Musk Ox Man. Chanting in a way I couldn’t comprehend. When his hooves touched the clouds, sparking dust, the first frozen droplets, fell to Earth and formed snowflakes.
This was a God of Snow, I know it.