snowfall

the snow fell slowly in the street. flakes fell on me as I walked on the sidewalk. it always fascinated me, how each snowflake is different than the rest. I never truly understood how there were possibly that many designs. When I was younger I used to lay in the snow as it fell and pay attention to one specific one as it fell, capturing its image before it fell in with the others. snowflakes are similar to people in some ways. we are all very different, unique someway or another, until we fall into the rest of of us. start doing things other people are doing just to look 'cool' or to fit in. I loved and I still love seeing unique snowflakes, yet I try so hard to fit in and 'become the pile of snow'

I brush this thought aside as I continue walking down the empty, snowy street.