Sleet
Tiny flecks of white drift past me
Racing each other in an endless game of tag
No one can win.
New competitors every second
The sky turns darker
The flecks fall faster
Transforming to ice.
Sleet rampages upon me
This must be a sign
A sign that nothing stays the same forever.
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