what is this cold white stuff

Climate change is in your head the camel said The next day he was buried under a foot of snow What is this cold white stuff? He asked his brother. His brother was as clueless as he. Their mother was long gone, and they rarely saw their dad. Even if they had, would he have known? Where had it come from? Up under the ground? Did it push up around them? Or had it come from the sky? They had no clue. This whiteness was crisp and blinding. it twinkled like sugar; but tasted rather bland. I love it, he whispered to his brother. Not knowing what it was or why it was there. His brother felt the same way. The Saraha had never felt more welcoming.