of snow
The weather outside right now is truly a remarkable sight. I've never seen snowfall like it before.
The current is brimming with the largest, softest, purest of white snowflakes, the sort reserved for christmas movies and works of fantasy. They are streaming deftly along the wind, as though rushing rapidly toward some great and final destination known only to them, so hasty and intent on their travel that they almost forget to fall entirely. But while most sail hurriedly, uniformly, a small handful of others instead seem almost bent on defying nature itself, somehow choosing instead to simply dance aimlessly betwixt their speeding brethren. They flutter about gently, back and forth, this way and that, up and down in unconcerned arcs, mingling with one another as though somehow riding a current all their own, one whimsical and tender and without cause. These free spirits appear to be almost insistent upon their own impossibility as they billow about independently, and yet seamlessly, amongst the otherwise overwhelming sea of hurried passersby.
The current is brimming with the largest, softest, purest of white snowflakes, the sort reserved for christmas movies and works of fantasy. They are streaming deftly along the wind, as though rushing rapidly toward some great and final destination known only to them, so hasty and intent on their travel that they almost forget to fall entirely. But while most sail hurriedly, uniformly, a small handful of others instead seem almost bent on defying nature itself, somehow choosing instead to simply dance aimlessly betwixt their speeding brethren. They flutter about gently, back and forth, this way and that, up and down in unconcerned arcs, mingling with one another as though somehow riding a current all their own, one whimsical and tender and without cause. These free spirits appear to be almost insistent upon their own impossibility as they billow about independently, and yet seamlessly, amongst the otherwise overwhelming sea of hurried passersby.