Fluffy frozen vapors
Gently drifting from the sky
Soft, delicate, pristine
A snowflake on my jacket sleeve
In six pointed perfection
Accumulating on forest green branches
Transforming the night into a magical wonderland
Continuing to gather
Strength in numbers
One minuscule white crystal meets another
And another and another and another
Forms a bone crushing substance
Until Strong men are brought to their knees
Great Cities are brought to a stand-still
Tiny, white fluffs of frozen
Rain down silence
Broken by the crunch of boots and the swish of tires
Broken by the sight of its mass
I gaze out into blinding whiteness
Weary with a bone aching weariness
Shovel in hand
All that beauty - but when you get us really close with a shovel, it loses some of it's sparkle. I was out with a shovel a bit yesterday too.
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