Snow seems to have more patience than the rain.
With rain, it always seems to be in a hurry to reach the
ground and cleanse everything back to new again.
It slides down and drips impatiently off of anything and
everything to get to where it’s going. It collects into
puddles waiting to seep into the ground or floods and
rushes around until it finds a crack, crevice, or opening
to sink into and vanish immediately.
But when it comes to snow, it’s like there is all the time in
the world to descend upon us. It floats, glides and drifts
down, sideways and in swirls before it finds a spot to rest
at. It doesn’t mind sitting on a branch or powerline for a
while because it seems to know that it will always eventually
reach the ground. It dances in the air and swirls and
twirls as it welcomes(becomes) the wind and direction it blows. It
accepts the push without a single hesitation and seems to
flow with the other snowflakes in a symphony.
A silent symphony with the wind as a maestro.
Yes, that’s it.
one snowflake melts upon contact and seems to have not
existed at all. But together, billions collect each other all
over the place and become something else all together.
Something new. A transformed landscape. A temporary
setting. The snow says, “I can dance in the direction I’m
blown into and find my place among the others. And I can
wait there patiently until it is time for me to leave.” This
must be the Tao of the snowflake. This must be the Tao.