Snowballs, in the Summer?

   The last nasty heat wave we had broke last week, and the weather has been decent since, warm but tolerable during the day and cool for sleeping at night. Today, however, things are taking another turn for the worst. The thermometer is reading 34 degrees Celsius, but with the humidex added in, we're feeling 41 degrees worth of heat and humidity! The summer can not end soon enough for me. Give me a snowstorm any day!
   This afternoon I was volunteering at the CNIB, as usual on a Friday. I do a little of this and a little of that, as needed. At the moment, I am working one-on-one with a young man just here from Jamaica. We were discussing the differences between the two countries - population, area, life expectancy, climate. The last led the conversation to snow, of course, and I found out that he has not yet made a snowball. Imagine! He arrived in time to be here for the last winter, but no-one thought to help him experience the fun of snow, "first-hand". I launched happily into a description of the wondrous white substance. I told him about washing someone's face with it, and stuffing it down their coat collar during a play fight. I described the feeling of the air rushing at you while you speed downhill on a toboggan, and the children's cries of excitement echoing from the hill. I talked to him about building a snowfort and stocking up your armament of packed-hard missiles. I took him along with me while I made a tour of delight through the frozen precipitation, and knew I had done it all just right when he asked if we could make some snowballs when the winter returns.