Formed in a cloud, frozen crystals emerge and become falling flakes, gaining speed and conviction. Though only a few at first, soon there’s a flurry, fiercely fighting the forces of wind and gravity, finally finding peace in a drift, first fluffy and white, then heavy and densely packed.
There, waiting in silence, anticipating, knowing that a warm afternoon filled with sunshine or rain, could bring another transformation. The crystalline lace melts, merging with others, forming a droplet, a stream, a river that flows.
When the time is right, reincarnated, airborne, returning to the sky, gathering in a cloud, waiting, again, silently waiting.
For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, Jay Andrew Allen challenged me with “There’s no business like snow business.” and I challenged SAM with “Unaware that his mother-in-law was listening, he confronted his wife about (fill in the rest of the story).”