LayingWatchingItFall

While I was waiting for someone to show up to my house, I was laying in the snow on a sled. Everything but my eye area was covered up. As each snow flake fell, it made a bit of a ping on impact, then danced and twinkled on my skin as it melted. While this was happening, I couldn't help but feel like it was a bit purifying. The snow, to me, is so clean and untouched and pure. Each flake that fell on me was something like a little miracle. Just the snow. So simple but so complex in it's structure. So under appreciated.