A meditation on the brilliant magik of snowflakes.
Delicate, fragile, shiny and unique- every individual snowflake its own elusive harmless microcosm.
Falling from the sky- a snowflake dances as a piece of pure consciousness innocent and nieve to the world as it enters. Something so infinitesimally small we most likely won’t even notice it. That is unless, its not just one snowflake, but many. When a flake turns into flakes- the momentum grows. Individuals combine to bring us snow, which is no longer harmless. Becoming an instrument of change, imposing its power and influence over the world. It is this dichotomy that brings out the magik of snowflakes.
I am water. soft enough to offer life. tough enough to drown it away.-rupi kaur
