Like white, stinging rain it falls, reminding me with each flake that pain still exists. It seems like it’s been snowing since the beginning of time itself. Powdery stings gently wafting from the sky, settling down stubbornly on every miniscule piece of space ever conceived. Yesterday, after a long drive in the dying dusk of winter, trying to dodge surprisingly huge flakes shaped like little boats falling from the sky, I trudged out, cutting sharp black lines on the pavement with my snow shoes. The jacket rustled and ruffled in my ears. How can so many million little white wisps swim in insane silence? Are they laughing to each other as they cling to my eyelashes, slide under my collar or melt in my eyes?
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Sparkly, sprightly, icy harmony! Sprinkled everywhere, like the ground itself were one giant white tide. I can almost taste the sharp excitement of winter in each flake. Yesterday, I sat in my car watching a million flakes fly by, criss-cross, zig-zag, madly falling, flying, slipping, sliding! They landed on the windshield, waving to me in glee, winking and blinking in the morning sun before they melted into the smallest little ponds of water. Each flake drawn in the most wondrous shape, lines, angles, pointy edges, sharp and shiny little crystal clouds! Is it true that each snow flake is shaped different from the other? A zillion little reasons to be happy!