So what was that dream?
You told me you had a dream about me, but you didn’t finish. You didn’t say what I was doing.
You were shoveling snow.
You were just a little girl in a flannel night gown. And you were shoveling snow from the walk in front of our house. And I was the snow, I was the snow. And everywhere it landed and everywhere it covered, you scooped me up… with a big red shovel. You scooped me up.”
— from The Family Stone