One day she decided to sit and think about important things. Maybe she would even write things down or make plans. She began to do this, but when she looked out her window she saw so much snow that she couldn’t concentrate anymore, even with three cups of coffee and the blinds closed.

She dressed quickly, ran out the door, grabbed her GT Racer, leapt upon it and flew down the hill, through the town, down the mountain like a flash of blue light, and eventually arrived at the edge of the river.

She had to hitch hike back up the mountain to reach her house and it took until dark. She walked in, warmed up and got ready for bed. Next to her bed, on top of her book was a small card. On the card this was written:

Dear young woman,

“You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.”

Your friend,
Plato

The young woman brushed her teeth and went to bed. She dreamt of snow.