Soft, floating flakes of crystallized ice, gently falling in a polka dot sky. Slowly descending in unhurried elegance. Sparkling, minature rainbows set against a sunny backdrop, or grey dull monocrome drops of liquid in a sleety mist. Silent fluttering gossamer, diaphanous, weaving a deceptively simple pattern against a midnight sky. Minute wisps, flurries and whirls, succombing to a sudden draught. Your fall is long, but rest awaits, as together you settle and layer each surface with crystalline freshness. Each flake with a purpose, a part of the homogeneous veil, wrapping and draping, blunting and smoothing, creating a vision of virginal purity.

 

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Photograph: ‘Snow Flake 3′, courtesy of Chris White

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