Where does inspiration live? It’s hiding in the imagination, waiting to be awakened by our senses. All we need is a stimulus, and there it is, ready to be explored. We had snow on the ground for days before I dove in and made a snowperson. All it took was the right moment.The snow was melting. I don’t know how to roll a snowball. Is it even possible? I scoop snow into a pile and then start carving my shape until it looks just right. It only lasted a few days before the rain melted it, but we bonded.