Just One More Hour

They say no two snowflakes are alike

But, at some point, at some level

Each snowflake starts at the same place, from the same thing...

Water.

A snowflake's journey begins and ends as water.

From a pool of vapors drifting effortlessly in the clouds an amalgamation of water droplet after water droplet slowly condenses.

Adrift in the sky, each snowflake meets together, forming their bases, not yet finding their unique structure.

Slowly, the two snowflakes fall, their journeys begin.

They drift apart adding on to them layer upon layer, their paths intertwining every so often.

As they fall, each snowflake dances in the sunlight

Desperately they hope to shine in their descent. They continue to move in and out, crystal after crystal emblazoning their collective histories.

Until, finally, they hit the ground, together again.

Their journeys ended, or perhaps have just begun.

Basking in an ethereal glow, each snowflake sits incorporated in an ocean of crystals indistinguishable from itself.

And perhaps its shine has been dulled.

Or it is...simply...a new shine. For even but a moment, from the onset, each snowflake comes together to form a new, more surreal glow. They paint a beauty, a picture, not seen before.

Still, their fate, or destiny, approaches

As the lions and the sheep lift their heads from their slumber,

The snowflakes become ready to be what they were and always will be...

Water.

Yet, in the stillness of the night, the snowflakes lay, peaceful and serene.

And, before the cycle starts over again, they ask

Just one year, one month, one week, one day

Just one more hour...

To say goodbye.