Snowflake
Dear Friend,
This weekend we had a rare snowfall at my house.
The peaceful drift of each tiny snowflake was so delicate. So gentle. So quiet.
I wasn’t feeling so great this weekend. I was a bit conflicted. Lost in my thoughts. But I saw those little flakes.
My kids were excited. Making noise as usual. And I was excited too. Checking the Internet for news on accumulation totals.
But the most powerful thing that I saw this weekend was something that my excited mind wanted to dismiss.
Those snowflakes. Even when the wind blew them about, sometimes wildly, they still drifted in a chaotic choreography that painted my windows starkly white.
They were light. So tiny.
I wished that I was one of them.
I wanted to drift on the wind, without worries. Without a need for control or direction. Without a care in the world.
But I am a human being. I am defined by the fact that I can choose where I go and what I do. I am burdened by that responsibility. It is so big. And sometimes it seems so hard.
And, once in a while, like this weekend, I dream of taking a break. And just drifting on the wind. At least for a while.
It’s OK. Everybody needs a break once in a while.
So go ahead. Be a snowflake.
Why not?
All the best,
Hugh
