There's at least a theoretical chance that almost all snow will melt and the crystals of ice will form a heavy and wet texture, which will inevitably collapse and fall straight down.
It might stop at the massive pine trunks, which thick needles puncture everything up to the first houses.
We hear music, any music, coming from the houses, entering also the carriages of a bypassing train, but not only is it settling in, it also jumps out at places onto the fragile ice.
It probably is not aware of the voices of screwed up people and of their ringing.
Although it stops in anticipation, the lake keeps on evaluating its weight, but luckily, it is not heavy, it is easy listening.
At the last moment it reaches the opposite side of the lake and disappears in the skyline of the blue mountains, even if this idyll is furthermore disturbed by those entangled branches.
Do they not see the airless stain?