Friday, December 3, 2010

About a Snowflake


I saw my first snowflake today. And if that doesn't make sense then envision this.

You are indoors. Amidst warm lights, fellow colleagues and the buzz of an academic institute. It grows dark and all you can spot outside now and then when your attention wavers from work are the white lights enclosed in snowball like lamps glowing softly in the distant. You know it's another Friday evening, one you will spend with yourself.

A little later you hurry out wanting to get across to the parking lot. And suddenly you notice. You stop dead in your tracks amazed how much you take beauty for granted. Everything is covered in a soft, fluffy white snow blanket. And your eyelash flickers. It's a snow flake. It's the most sincere moment you can allow yourself. Snow particles coming down softly making a silent noise which only you hear in your head. They glow streaming headlong in your direction almost as if the street lights are showering gold. You face the sky and hold your tongue out. They miss but you smile.

You finally get into the car. And as you look through its window, you see it. That little snow flake that you saw in the Archie's comics you read growing up or perhaps later in your Physics textbook. It's the tiniest structure you have ever sighted in your lifetime and yet you see the geometrical shape crystal clear. It's a moment that freezes it's significance in your mind for years to come. And you know you are lucky to have seen it.