As the snow began to blanket the North East of the USA, I was reminded of a conversation I had with a friend earlier this winter. I was chatting with my friend about snowflakes. We were debating whether it would be better to be a big, fat, wet snowflake or a small wispy one.
The former is likely to make for a more beautiful setting when it lands. It’s also more likely to be played with or thrown as a snowball.
On the other hand, the small, lighter flakes, typical in cold weather, get blown hither and thither. They see more of the world. They drift along with the wind. There’s a certain fancifulness to their existence.
We also wondered about the anger and shame that any snowflake must feel when it is turned to yellow snow.
