315 A Winter's Tale: Flakes-in-Tandem

No two snowflakes are exactly alike. Spiky, unique signatures mean no two are the same—unique as fingerprints. Even identical twins have different fingerprints, he thought.

Here on his window were impacted snowflakes, bragging their tales of unrepeatable structure. Each a solitary, heroic life story, now recorded via impact on a final resting place. A testimony. And a eulogy.

He held his magnifying glass to the glass, and he could easily see their shapes, their impacts backlit by the sun.

So beautiful, he thought, like my Emily.

She, too, was as unique as any solitary snowflake. She was soft and kind and good and as pure as the driven snow. He chuckled at the cliché.

How could he not love her? Her visage was special, God-made, and unrepeated, anywhere. There could never be another like her. He was so lucky to have met her, and he would love her forever. No other woman could ever take his mind off of her. A forever love.

His face pressed up against the glass, he saw that he was as different from her as any flake was from another. Perhaps that's why it worked. Yes, opposites do indeed attract. Another cliché!

She was flaky, but so was he. Two flakes in tandem.

He loved her smile and laugh. Even her faults infolded, inviting interdigitation. Another cliché—she completed him. Then he apologized to them both for thinking that. He could do better. She deserved better than clichés; she deserved epic poetry.

He continued studying the window flakescape. During his appraisal he stopped, astounded. Could it be? he thought, astonished. Time and space collapsed into a singularity—a stupefaction of recognizing what had landed, in tandem, for him.

Side by side stood two identical snowflakes, breaking every universal law of asymmetry.

Entropy had failed. The universe ticked by another clock now, whose pendulum momentum and oscillations swayed via two instead of one. Like me and my Emily, he thought, all physics he had relied upon now obsolete.

He ran to fetch his camera. This was certainly big news! Two snowflakes actually exactly the same!

This is when he realized that there might be another one as special as Emily, out there, for him.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES:

For Saturday, November 10, Day 315 of the 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge.

366 WORDS (without A/N)

51 DAYS TO GO! THIS UNSEASONABLE WINTER WEATHERS ON, 366 FLAKES A DAY.

There are currently three cold Vocal writers in this 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge:

• L.C. (Waky) Schäfer

• Rachel (Shaky) Deeming

• Gerard (Flaky) DiLeo