When you look up at the clouds and all the snow falling down, it seems like something so large. Like a big blanket around the world.
And yet, if you tried, you could see a single snowflake apart from the rest of them.
So small.
Falling with all of the other snowflakes.
And yet touching none of them.
Alone.
Seperated.
And then they fall to the ground.
No longer by themselves.
No longer themsevles.
Another speck in a pile.
Another grave in a yard.
And then they're gone.
No impact.
No change.
Gone.