Snowhenge

It was thirteen of them. They knew their days were numbered, not only because of the unpredictable weather, but also because number 13 is, well, number 13. People in Canada pretend there's no 13. In high-rises the 13th floor is skipped, the elevator goes from 12th to 14th floor. Thirteen is unlucky. And so, they were doomed from the beginning, because the creators made thirteen of them.

Then came the weather change, and the thirteen melted in unison, their liquids soaking the fertile grass of the Cornell Rouge playground. When the weather changed again freezing their remains, when the fresh snow fell and covered what was left, the somber circle stood on in the fiery sunset, the silent reminder of the thirteen snowmen of Cornell Rouge.