You see, snow isn’t actually white. It turns out that snow is colorless and translucent
This is Professor Mordy Maven, Thinker, Wonderer, and Figure Outer of all things Science-ish. What that basically means is I try really hard to figure stuff out. I do the hard work so you don’t have to!
Yesterday, my friends and I were walking home from school when out of the clear blue sky, I suddenly I felt like my face was being licked by tiny, icy, wet splotches. I tried covering my head with my hands but that same sloppy cold feeling hit them instead. What was happening? Was I being attacked by invisible, slobbery dogs? I rushed inside and ran right up to my room. After poring over my books, I realized that what had fallen on top of me was actually… snow.
But Mordy, what is this thing of which you speak? Why is it wet and cold? Why does it land on your face and hands? Could this happen to me?
Calm down, my friends! Give me a minute and I’ll explain everything.
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