It's snowing! Halleluhah, thank you Jesus!!!!

[bailocongatos]

I am sitting at my dining deck table watching the snow fall through the light of the street lamp. It is dark inside so that I can see the snow better. It's so beautiful! Each flake, unique and beautiful, fragile and transitory. When poets speak of beauty that quickly fades, they always talk of flowers, but I think that snowflakes should be the metaphor of choice,
"Hers was the beauty of a snowflake; delicate and captivating, but quick to retreat, to once more become unremarkable."