I opened my eyes to the world.

It’s so bright I can’t clearly see my surroundings,

my eyes slowly get used to the world.

I see the puffiness, the whiteness, and suddenly I realize; 

I’m moving. 

I’m moving. 

Where am I going? 

Wait, slow down a bit I need to observe everything,

take everything in, 

see everything, 

experience everything. 

I look around now that I’m used to the feeling of falling down. 

I fall, 

I fall and 

I fall. 

I like it now. 

It’s slow and it has phases. 

I see the others falling down.

Now I see earth,

land,

oceans, 

and everything in between. 

I see people,

they look so caught up with their own business,

so worried about their own lives,

the ones in traffic look bored, 

the ones crossing the streets are rushing, 

not stopping to look around and see, to observe. 

And then there are the ones sitting in parks, 

having picnics,

taking walks by the lakes.  

They are the ones looking to slow down, they take it all in. 

I notice the kids, 

They seem so happy to see me.  

Some of them stick their tongues out. 

Some of them dance around. 

Some of them just watch. 

It makes me happy to see them. 

It reminds me of my purpose. 

I feel proud that I am fulfilling my purpose. 

As I take all the chaos and happiness in 

I realize, 

I’m close to the ground now,

I’m getting to the end. 

At first there is a rush of anxiety;

then I worry, 

I worry about what happens when it all ends.

What do I do?

Where do I go? 

Then I see a girl,

she looks so happy to see me, 

she smiles, 

so I smile back. 

And I touch the ground,

ending my existence as a snowflake, 

and becoming a part of something bigger.