one falls silently, spiralling gently, magically.
The moment it lands on the ground like a cold
white butterfly, it melts and disappears. Then
another slowly falls, and then another. As the
snowflakes continue their descent they gradually
form a white quilt over the world. When seen
under a microscope every snow crystal has a
unique pattern, revealing that nature is an
architect of ice.Like a white rubber the snow
erases footprints, roof tiles and pavements.
Children gather at the windows exclaiming joyfully
as they look out at the snow. They try to trace
the path of single snowflakes on their journey
to the ground, but the flakes fall so thick
and fast that it is impossible for the eye to
remain trained on that special one.
Pictures are drawn on misted windows and excited
preparations begin to build a snowman. A carrot
is procured from the kitchen, lumps of coal
from the coalhouse for eyes and mouth, and an
old hat and scarf rummaged for in drawers.