Hey everyone. I found the beginning of a short story in between a bunch of older files last night and just couldn't stop writing. This is not beta-ed (if you volunteer, I'd be very grateful) and I'm not sure if I am 100% happy with it but I'd like to hear your opinion.

( You turn and look at me, smiling. You say that the snowflakes chasing each other in the air always reminded you of dancers in the sky. Or butterflies fighting to stay airborne, fighting to stay alive. I like the image of dancers better. )