You would never believe the urgency of the little flakes as they hurried to touch everything. Nor would you believe the confusion in their mission when the wind playfully tossed them around. They had too little time to complete their mission. Pretty, delicate, nanhi paris scuttering around to find their wards.
Some stopped midway to adorn the branches. Beautiful Jewels they make. The trees having shed their heavy, chunky, colorful accessories so they could accept these blessings, and revel in the simple grandeur. Elegant in their purity.
They stepped out in the milky whiteness to breathe in the pretty sight. She wanted to dance. Make a bubble of all her worries and blow them in a swirling tango. Perhaps a later day, she thought. When his knee doesnt hurt as much from the cold. He looked at her face, the serenity and content mirroring Nature's spread. He knew if it hadnt been for him, she would have broken into a mirthful foot-tapping number. He took her arm and swung her around, gingerly pacing his steps to avoid the pain.
They glided around the snow in abandon, enjoying the moment, the company. He could see the surprised joy in her eyes, the long forgotten expression he once saw on the day he proposed. Within a few minutes, he lost his foothold, stepped on her feet, and she fell down.
He panicked... he couldnt see her. He called out for her, groping in the snow. She got up, laughing, shaking the snow off her wet clothes. Lets go home, she said. We have had enough fun for today.
And so, Ms. Winky went home with her Prince, falling in love with him all over again.
