Musings of a Compulsive Thinker

Snowflakes

I was driving home yesterday evening. The outside temperature was well below freezing; I could see my breath as a frosty plume in the air inside the car, and it kept fogging up my glasses. Stopped at a red light, I was examining my road-scummed windshield when I noticed a snowflake sitting against the glass. It was about a quarter-inch across, perfectly symmetrical, etched in finely feathered frost. I can't remember the last time I saw such a perfect snowflake.

This was the second time this week that I really noticed the snow for its unusualness. Just a few days ago, when I went out in the morning to clear the snow off my car, it looked cottony, like the kind of fake snow you'd expect to see drifting across a stage - light and fine, like loosely spun cotton candy.

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Labels: everyday, imagine yourself here

posted by the alygator @ 12:20 PM