With heat to melt these frozen tears.

(From Bright Eyes' If Winter Ends)

Snow melting in a stream on the walk home up the hill after sleighing down to my chem lab, watching a strip of doped conducting polymer sit in a beaker for two hours, then walking the two hours home in the peaceful moonless melt, sighting numerous colossal snowballs (one taller than me, no idea how it was formed!) on the way.