Snowflakes

Have you ever tasted a snowflake? 
Like standing outside a front porch, or in a large field, sticking your tongue out and chasing those tiny white things and then watching one fall into your mouth. 
It's too small to taste, just a tiny speck of cold. 
(But then again, it's just water and probably tastes plain and... Well... Water-y?)

That's what some things are to me. 
Snowflakes. 

Specks of pretty glass shards made of ice and water that vanishes and dissolves the moment it reaches your lips. And it's nothing but a beautiful cold feeling. Each snowflake is unique and special on it's own, not one the same as the other. But if you don't catch them, they fall to the ground either to dissolve or form something greater; pretty white snow on the ground. 

Doesn't it kind of feel like life?
Every pretty moment. 

\(^-^)/

I love snowflakes.


"Falling slowly, 
eyes that met me 
And I can't go back." - Falling Slowly (Once) 
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=falling%20slowly%20glen%20hansard%20and%20marketa%20irglova&sm=3