Have you ever looked at snow when it begins to fall in the winter?
Gray skies in contrast to white cold small feathers made of ice, slowly floating in the firmament due to a gentle wind rocking them back and forth.
Each of these unique snowflakes suspended in altitude dancing around me, as I stand in the midst of it all.
Suddenly I lose track of time, I lose all my senses. It's just me and these flurries of snow around me suspended in time.
As I catch a frozen fragment; I noticed its' shape, unlike any of the other fluffs around it. And it melts away with my warmth touch, gone now dissolved and running down my palm dissipating into nothingness. I yearn to see another of these cold diamonds and capture a second one, the same happens and it scurries down my palm. countless were the attempts to catch and keep a snowflake, when finally a gale flew across and broke the spell I was in.
As I return to my senses I realize the significant amount of time spent in my pursuit of these snowflakes and it hits me just just as cold as the winter air, that I spend that much time if not more trying to catch all the memories I have of you. each memory as unique, and small as these flurries of ice, each flake a small fragment of time spent with you floating the gray colorless sky my mind has become, always dissipating and reminding me of your absence. whereas in the case if the snowflake melting, I find tears scurrying down my face. and while the gale awoke my senseless pursuit of snow, I wait for something that will return me to my senses from my pointless pursuit of you.
