Snow

The man said, The snow is like a woman. It is fickle, one minute blowing about, the next settling into drifts. It can never decide what it wants and the whole time it is stinging your face and chilling your feet.

The woman said, The snow is like a man. It embraces you, but it always does what it wants and never thinks of you. You may think it is solid but it will deceive you and you will fall in deep drifts.

The sage said, The snow is like death, for we are with it all our lives, and a little makes us feel more alive, but to be caught in too much is to die.

But the child said, The snow is like life, and he jumped in and enjoyed it.