I always found it interesting how the bright, white colors of the snow could contrast so heavily with the dark, dirty buildings in the city. You'd think that the snow would turn an ugly brown once it saw the colors of the city and the polluted air, but it stays hopeful; hopeful that when it reaches the surface, it could brighten someone's day. Maybe a woman on her way to work, stressful day amidst, sees the fall of white puffs on frozen water and finds herself smiling. Maybe a little boy who just skinned his knee feels a snowflake fall onto his tears and begins to smile.

These snowflakes are hopeful that when they reach the city, they'd be able to fall on the cracked concrete, covering the muddy ground with white flakes of happiness. They hope that they'd be able to overlay the dying trees and bushes, as well as the plastic ones that stayed ever-alive, no matter the weather.

The snowflakes would be stepped on quite a lot, but they didn't mind at all. In fact, they were quite happy about it. They knew that, once the feel of fur-lined snow boots hit them, they had completed their journey.

They had fulfilled their purpose.