Unlike an Arrow

I love to watch snow come down like it did today. Silently, uniquely, carefully the snowflakes make their unhurried journey from the grayness to the ground. If you watch closely, a single snowflake does not fall straight but makes its way patiently like a lazy leaf in a creek that changes course with pebble-bent mini currents. It spins and turns until it gently comes to rest. Unlike a launched arrow whose arc is carefully followed with determination until it hits bullseye, a snowflake makes no attempt to claim its own importance; it does not even know its destination. Although each snowflake is a
masterpiece of uniqueness and individuality, it makes no bold move to establish itself from the rest of the millions of snowflakes falling down around it. With gravity as its only force, it simply comes to rest in the place to which it has been drawn by the wind. And there it lies lightly, happily.