Melting Snowfairies

January 6, 2010
By artist-on-the-loose BRONZE, Francestown, New Hampshire
artist-on-the-loose BRONZE, Francestown, New Hampshire
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Favorite Quote:
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul" -Emily Dickinson
(beautiful, don't you think? :) )

Have you ever been outside on a snowy day? With tiny pale flakes, everywhere. They dance around you.

For a moment, you might believe in snowfairies.

All left to do is dance. You twirl and you catch the snow everywhere. Your cheeks. Your tongue. All turned white; erased. Icy cold penetrates you.

Everything is wet and water. Why would you dance in snow, only to have it melt?

Each snowfairy was different. Each a work of art. A masterpiece. Unique.

But every one of them melted.

The author's comments:
I don't think this fits into Poetry...but it definitely doesn't fit in Fiction.
Just the feeling of being outside on a snowy day - at first it is the most beautiful thing in the universe, but eventually you are so cold and miserable you would practically die just to get some hot cocoa.
Also, about what being unique means related to death - if you can catch those bits :)

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