Only Songbird recognized the white coldness when it came in sight. “It’s snow, but how did it get here?” The rest of the People just looked confused. Hardly surprising, since she’d used the word I’d taught her for snow, which was a nonsense syllable to most of them.
“Is that what you’ve been talking about?” Giraffe asked her. “How did it get here?
“I brought it. This is what covers the ground in winter far to the north, and the tops of the mountains when they are white. It covers the ground in winter in my homeland too, and children play in it. It will melt soon, since it is so hot here, but it will give cool breezes and cool water for a while, and it will be something new for the children. Look.” And I gathered a handful of the damp snow into a ball, and then began to roll it along the snow surface.
WildDog’s eyes widened almost as fast as the growing ball. He seized a double handful of snow himself, patted it into a ball, and began to copy my rolling it. Soon others joined him, squealing with delight and surprise at the coldness of the snow.
Jarn’s Journal is the journal of a human-like alien stranded in Africa roughly 125,000 years ago. He has met some of our ancestors, The People, and has been exploring the planet. This snippet is only a part of that posted on my main blog. The Journal to date is on my author site.