Someone asked me recently why I was so obsessed with snow. It has taken me a while to think this one out. The answer came last night when I was standing on the platform waiting for the train and it started Snowing again. Not the small flakes that flutter prettily to the ground, but the big ones that get stuck on your eyelashes, sting your skin and will lay a foot on the ground in half an hour.
I stood for a while just staring into the sky with the Snow splashing on my face and all I could see was the flakes falling and nothing else. It seemed like I was looking into infinity, into nothingness. My mind wandered to that most amazing of facts that no two Snowflakes are the same and so in effect I was looking into infinity.
So the answer to the questions is… that Snow represents for me endless possibilities, endless ways of being, of looking at the world.
Remember that the next time you are stuck in a rut, or losing hope. If no two Snowflakes are the same then change is not just possible it is inevitable.
Be the Snowflake.