Older Than Ancient
As the stinging air of a winter storm in Minnesota goes scraping across your face it becomes impossible to think of anything other than escaping its cold hearted attack on your flesh. The snow flies and swirls around. At times the fresh snow falling from the sky plummets in these huge lazy clusters of snowflakes that are so scattered they almost look like stars in the night sky. Other times the snow comes down in the tiniest little flakes, but they come down so hard and so fast that looking out into the storm is like looking directly into a field of blinding whiteness. When you combine the challenge of being able to simply see anything in front of you with the real threat of hypothermia and frostbite, rarely does anyone take the time to think about how the sky all around you is full of snow that is older than ancient. The snowflakes that you caught on your tongue as a child and scraped off your car as an adult are the same snowflakes that fell on the dinosaurs.