December 29, 2007
It is mid break..wait, past mid break, I only have about two or three more days til I have to go back to school. I am not ready but I am. I have had a wonderful time and I couldn't have asked for a better one, it comes down to the fact that I am lucky, blessed, and very thankful for all the love that surrounds me, and that I have been given a life that allows me opportunities and dreams to unfold and blossom. I titled this snowflakes because I am once again quite fond of them. Like water, and trees, snowflakes have been reoccurring frequently throughout break. Not even frequently as far as it snowing, but as far as noticing them when I usually I wouldn't. Miniature, and sometimes big, these creations are magnificent. It could be almost compared to a miracle. That may be going too far, but.. I can't help but think how a snowflake, so delicate, can form the way that it does and not break its form when it falls from the clouds...imagine how far it has to travel before it is seen by us here on earth? And to still maintain that pattern, each one being different is very miracle like to me.
When I watched them falling the other day, it resembled people scurrying through the malls on Christmas, or perhaps a deeper meaning of lost souls searching to find happiness before they die, die meaning dissolve into the ground and take life form as water. You see, it's all connected in a sense. Some snowflakes fall rapidly, others fall with a sort of grace, as if they are dancing the one and only dance and they make it the most beautiful dance they can ever do. Bumping into one another, like people do, some join together to make an even bigger snowflake. So sincerely white with patterns perfected by God. As if they are pieces of heaven we can see before we actually go. Like a preview of what it is to be up there. All white, full of grace, miracle like, and impossible. Sometimes they freeze in their own form on objects that are man made. I noticed them frozen to my car the other night, how beautiful that was. For me to notice it was almost a sort of fate because it was so late, my eyes were tired, and they weren't a noticable area to look. On the top of my car, frozen stiff to the paint they found a place to rest for the night. As if the life they lived free falling through waves of wind had disintegrated from their memory. Clean slate beginning, from dancing to being painted on my car, so miniature, so prolonged, and so stable.
Posted by maxell at December 29, 2007 09:43 PM
this is beautiful....
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