Snow & ice

The snow comes down sweetly and sugarcoats the ground like the ocean's foam. Millions and trillions of snowflakes give up their individuality and join together. Each one plays a role. Each one is a binding piece. Together they hide the dirt. Together they warm the environment. Together they survive. Something happens. Together they separate.

They separate and the wind blows. A force is applied. The snowball rolls on and on and on. It gains hundreds and hundreds of flakes as it travels its unknown path. It may be guided by gravity. It may be guided by a gloved hand. It may be guided by its own unforeseen force and determination. The snowball rolls on and on.

It passes fields and animals. Together the snowflakes cross roads and bridges. They race down hills and climb mountain tops. With each roll and turn the snowflakes accumulate. They come off the ground and travel on. The dirt is left exposed.

Snowballs are everywhere and travel in every direction. They meet up to build creations and they plummet together to become larger. Every so often however, they cross the right hand. The hand is not gloved. The hand is small. The hand is curious and reaches out. The hand contacts the snowball. A snapshot is taken.

The photo shows the hand and the snowball. It shows the sugarcoated ground and the dark sky above. The hand is unweathered. The snowball is cold. The snapshot ends.

One by one the snowflakes melt. They trickle from the innocent fingers and melt the snow below. The snowball shrinks. The hand holds tight. The heat warms the cold. The hand cradles each snowflake. The snowflakes continue to stream away and disappear. The core is left in his innocent hand.

He puts the pellet of ice into his pocket. He wants to keep it safe forever. He goes inside the house.