I see them falling from the sky. What would they think? Would they be happy to fall to earth and be cuddled by everyone else? Or do they just want to escape the crowded, stuffy cloud?

I'll never know, I'm not a snowflake, am I? You just have to look at them, they are so tiny, beautiful, crystal white and so fragile. And yet, when they are together on the ground, they can form a snowball and sometimes cause a lot of damage.

Everything has its good and bad sides.

If I were even smaller than a snowflake, I would look up and see a large mirror in front of me. My reflection would look tired and lonely. But then I would turn around and walk into a room full of people I love and care about, and I know they feel the same.

A single cold snowflake lands on the tip of my nose, and I smile and feel a warm tear slowly make its way down my face until it finally lands in the snow.