Primbellafect

I think I see it approaching ever closer from above. It swirls in the current of the chilly January air. The flake lands on my skin and I marvel at the ephemerality of nature's purest mandala for the fleeting moment that it's present there. In one blink it is transformed into the liquid state, unrecognizable to an outside observer, presently indistinguishable from a number of others who have since made their landing. I know though. The first flake of the season becoming one with myself is an irreplicable feeling. The only thing that's come close is that first day your skin touched mine. The electricity that ran through my body is a sensation I've been chasing ever since. I've felt it when you look at me, get real close, touch my soul, but nothing is the same as its introduction. That song released at 6 a.m. on that June morning a couple years back woke up my soul, opened my eyes, showed me what to strive for. I want to make others feel what he made me feel. That connection the lyrics made with my life combined with the revelation and the surprise is the high I crave when I close my eyes. When I feel the snowflake, see its shape, marvel at its magic, I think of you and that song and wish it never ended.