it forms flakes.
Shape it and--
Snow is snow unless...
Spring comes back.
from Water is Water
by Miranda Paul
Many years later, some friends thought it would be fun to go ice-skating. I did not think so. But, being the good sport that I usually am, I said okay. Without a pillow or belt to hold it on, all I had was my pride. After the fourth or fifth try (and fall) I left the ice, alone, still smiling (somewhat), pride intact (somewhat).
Like Miranda Paul says, water is water until it becomes something else. And we’re all in our own ways, becoming something else. I watch the trees change color and make sure the bird feeder is full. I’m content to wait for another cozy winter to melt into another sloppy spring before summer comes back.
I wonder what I will have changed into. Probably not a skater! I'll have to find some other way to be graceful!