The Snow

It was a Friday afternoon when, “Come on Keaton! We’re going to miss it!” shouted Dad. “This is the last chair up the mountain.” “I’m coming! I’m coming!” 
We made it to the last chair. “I love riding the chairlift.” 
“What's that sound?” 
“Look! It’s a waterfall, but where is the water coming from?” 
“It’s coming from .................!"