Maybe I haven’t slept enough but I found this eerie and couldn’t help but wonder if Jack Frost got fired.
One of the most magical things I remember about my first four years was watching the glittering snowflakes landing on my winter coat and disappearing from the warmth. I would try to memorize the patterns before they vanished. I was sad I couldn’t because they were the only ones ever to be. I read a few years ago that snowflakes may not be so unique. I don’t believe it. I think they are like us singular, beautiful and fleeting. Melting into something greater than ourselves.
Lock your doors and light the fireplace!