It dances merrily down, gently plowing a path as though according to plan. It glistens wildly as it twists and turns softly through the chilly air, its crystal points alive with the power of racing cold: breathing life, freezing life. In the sun it throws off flashes of sparkling light as it floats, as it falls, as it tumbles. A delicate beauty frozen as a unique feather white flake.
By Shari Marshall – 2016