That’s an intriguing idea. Stone feels so permanent, almost stubborn, but winter makes you think of moments that should vanish. When you carve a snowflake in marble, you’re freezing that fleeting, crystalline geometry into something that will outlast the season. The chill forces you to be patient, to notice how light plays on the facets, and to respect the stone’s own rhythm. It’s like trying to capture a breath in a photograph—both require you to hold your breath long enough that the shape doesn’t melt away. I’d love to see how you balance the delicate lines of a snowflake with the rough, honest texture of marble.