I reached out my hand and felt a few land and melt. For a moment, I was sad for them. Sad for their apparent sacrifice. Beauty, gone. But as I thought about it, I realized that it was not so.
As they melt, snowflakes merely change forms. Their journey may take them to be a river, rushing through foreign lands. Or a lake, where they will watch couples fall in love while enjoying their serene stillness. Or they will dash against the rocks of a haunted cliff as majestic waves, embroiled by a storm.
Then, the warm sun will beckon them, singing to them with yellow rays. These once-flakes will join the journey, floating back up, watching the world they have grown fond of get smaller and smaller. They will form a new castle in the kingdoms of clouds. And maybe, they will remember me in greeting on my next adventure afar.
