The snowflakes seem confused, they keep smashing into each other mid-air. As they are falling, they pick the spot on the ground they wish to land on. One gentle flake lands on the tip of my nose. I look up to the sky and today even the clouds and sun are snowed in too. The back of my head is freezing, I should have worn a hat, but the tiny world of dancing white before me is too mesmerizing for me to do anything about it. My own private snow show. I spread my arms and legs simultaneously and then pull them back in, repeat. Fifteen minutes later, it’s as if I were never even here at all. Hey, I tried to leave my mark.