Flake-i-ness

It's spring break and it's snowing.

Perhaps its as a function of my Nordicness, but I love snow in a way that I have never and can't imagine being able to love rain. 

Moisture falling from the sky in flake form is so much more of a beautiful thing. Flakes float. Rain soaks. Snow calms. Rain stresses.

I mean there's a song that we sing to try to ward off the rain. There's no snow song equivalent.

Snowflakes have long been a metaphor for infinite complexity and uniqueness.

Rain, don't take this personally. You know that I do have a special place in my heart for a summer thunderstorm downpour. I love a spring shower.

Yes beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But I think sometimes the relationship between beauty and beholder is more complex than meets the eye.

Not unlike a snowflake.