Snowflaking
Becoming a snowflake during a storm
The gala is coming. The air is charged, expectant. A cloud releasing newborn droplets’ - first and only flight. They won’t stop sashaying.
I wear my prettiest lace; its designs all my own.
Ooops! guiddy yup... up, up, and away. Spinning, twirling, dancing. And up, down, left, right...twirl, swirl, tumble, and flutter down, down, ahhhhhh.... And up once more! This is so much fun! Oh, a somersault! Yippie.
The excited tumbling of the first drop becomes the comfort of snowflaking. Where before I plummeted , I now hover. It is my time to sparkle and twinkle! Ah, the excitement, the dance.
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