Monday, December 21, 2015

Snowflake

One night, the dark sky cracked and chinks of light seeped out of it.
Slowly, the light ate away the darkness.
It grew into morning.

And I'm cherishing this morning.
Every inch of it.
I've never inhaled air this deep.
I look at each moment's particle on my hands and it's beautiful.
Each moment's like a snowflake - pristine, unique and melting.
I can only imagine the thrill of having to explore, to unravel, and to appreciate its magnificence for a short while.
Then it melts.
And it vanishes.
Then it's gone forever.
And it's okay.