Snowflake on the Wind
We are all pieces of a greater puzzle, join this small snowflake while it figures that out.
Did you know that since the beginning, in all of time, there are no two snowflakes that are ever alike.
Each one is special and unique.
Their lifetimes seem infinitesimal from our point of view, but to them, the time from when they are made in the sky to the time that they join all the other snowflakes in the soft fluffy mounds of white that round out the worlds harsh edges and set the world to silence, and the tons of soft sleek white are infinite.
One day, a snowflake drifted down to become part of the chilly winter expanse, it felt something was missing.
The farther it fell, the more the feeling increased.
So, it caught the winds and rode them here and there, always drifting towards the cold north.
Sometimes a little to the west and sometimes a little east, but never to the south.
The snowflake traveled far and wide, always feeling like something was missing...like a puzzle piece searching for its correct fit.
So, it kept searching and as it did it grew and changed a little bit in shape, but its base design remained untouched.
Then one day it found another snowflake that fit together with it perfectly, and they drifted down to Earth together.
All things are created with a perfect fit in mind.
Sometimes you must look a little and grow a little to find your puzzle piece that fits.
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Alicia Anspaugh
Hello! I primarily paint & write non fiction, but I love writing the stories that dance around in my head. Thank you for reading!
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