Even Snowflakes Lose Their Will

The rain was trying to not be snow today. Eventually it lost the battle and gave in. Big at first, flakes attempted to reclaim the earth it held captive all these months. The snow was not ready to admit that it is already April. Not today. Wet grey air filled with frozen hexagrams, falling but their chilled hearts weren’t into it. I could see it, feel it. Following some unseen general’s orders. Each one making its way to the ground, and melting. Morale among them was low. Whispering that they were all tired of it. Who’s telling you to keep this up? As if I had the authority, I let them know, that there is no shame in surrender. I will welcome them all back in nine months. RoyceDeans.com