Snowflakes

Snowflakes...sometimes I think deeply about them. They are precious little delights, each one of them, gently drifting down from above. Perhaps they will make their way to the forefront for a moment, but quickly they are resigned to the background of our lives. They are all unique, intricately designed, gentle and fragile alone but able to carve valleys and sculpt mountains when joined together. They. Are. Amazing. ‘Flowers of the mountain clouds’ John Muir named them. Capturing and sharing their beauty doesn’t make them beautiful, they already were. It doesn’t give them value, they already had it. Just like you...a precious delight.