we are all our own unique tiny snowflakes. billions fall. no two are the same, like the saying always goes. we fall from the sky and glide to the ground- "as the flurries fall and the earth stops moving" a thought i take from tracy's young girl h.s. track athlete. It sounds nice. The brief flight down thru the lower atmosphere, in comparison to their size it’s a rather amazing journey to the ground. but when they hit, then what. The tiny snowflakes ultimately have the similar fate they eventually melt, turn back to the water. H2O. Before that some get compacted into a tight ball of fury that rip thru the air and hit your blind brothers face. Some unfortunately melt prematurely from the hot urine shot to spell a name. A few fortunate ones land on the tip of beautiful ladies tongue. i could go on. It snowed yesterday while we were on the road. It made me think about that we are so unique we're not but we are.