Time

Time has a strange effect on those who watch it. It can move too quickly, too slowly, or almost come to a complete halt freezing the moment.

Often the minuets seem to blend together each one becoming the same as the previous and the next. We continue on through our lives; days, months, years. Some are good. Some are not. What is left in today that was not in yesterday? Nothing.

Yet the next day comes whether we are satisfied with today or not. Time continues onward inexorable.

Snowflakes all seem alike from a distance. All seem to be white dots, unimportant, insignificant within the sea of their brethren. Do the minuets, moments, seem any different? But upon inspection are they not all different, beautiful, intricate crystals of ice?

Hold each snowflake within its moment.