Snow Drabble

The snow hadn’t lasted that long, but the children of the neighborhood had taken full advantage. Now the with the last bit of the snow on the ground gone, the snowmen remained, dying, dripping, wearing down, like old Greek statues, losing distinction, becoming amorphous blobs to be studied by child archeologists, trying to determine which of their friends had build this one, or that one. As the temperature rose, the mounds of snow sank, until there was nothing but a puddle of water to show they had ever been there in the first place.