It doesn't snow much in this part of Texas. (
We insistently told our teachers it would snow back in 1982 or 1983... And sure enough it eventually did.) When it does, there's no guarantee of enough so that you can do anything with the snow... Fleeting moment that doesn't last.
I've been taught that no two snowflakes are alike. They fall from the sky, drifting down until they land on earth a short moment. They may land alone or it may land with other snowflakes. They may bring joy to others by becoming snowmen or snowballs in a snowball fight, something to land on and make snow angels with, and at jokingly other times, pissed on. Don't eat yellow snow.
In the last 24 hours, there've been acts of kindness and moments of kindred spirits having the same wavelengths connecting many people. They've been stories that can make you smile and teary and others leaving you in wonder as to why.
It doesn't snow much in this part of Texas. But people are like snowflakes. In the grand scheme of things, they really are. Each individually made and fall from heaven only to return back to the sky in a different form after a somewhat short stay. If you've ever seen a snowflake up close under a microscope, they are fascinating, much like learning about a person beyond basic face value.
So yeah, I am glad that this snowflake is blessed to land where there're other snowflakes and get to be thrown like a snowball, made into a snowman, and pushed around for a snow angel.
You can almost hear the laughter.