Snowflakes

Flakes of snow insensitively gripped the edge of my jacket with the weight of my emotions. A tunnel of seductive light flooded a path from me to my front door. Low wailing encompassed the space around my dimly lit home while clouds of moisture colored themself from the fixtures of my abode.

One step I took towards what I considered to be my salvation. Sweat bled from my face. The wailing grew with my stride.

Another step, the air around me refused to replenish my lungs. A wall of hot air slammed into my chest. Fabric tore and protested under the weight it bore.

A third step, deafened and confused, I acknowledged the weight that had accumulated on me without distraction. Fabric gave and it dropped on the blanketed ground with a pronounced thud.

I fell. Caught by the very thing I presumed was weighing me down. My bare back lay upon clouds. In such exposed presence of cold, I braced myself for discomfort. However, what I felt wasn't and couldn't be so simply as described. Instead, the discomfort became a comfort.

The Fog that engrossed my thoughts was left behind as what could only be described as my spirit pulled into perspective, presence, and a brief overwhelming feeling of lack of purpose. But, the cold was in me. I was surrounded by the universe. I was a collection of atoms and I had a part in it. Tears welled as I recognized myself In the beautiful, and unique snow.