Every snowflake in its place
Every drop of rain
Every thing that happens
No need to explain
Mistakes are raised
events conspire
regrets uplift us
from the mire
as suddenly
this grownup child
smiles and makes it
seem worthwhile
Every snowflake in its place
Every drop of rain
Every thing that happens
No need to explain
Newfound Lake,
11/9
Snowflakes, a crystalline wonder, each unique in form, flutter down to kiss the earth in a silent harmony, whispering the secrets of the skies. Their intricate designs, a dance of nature’s geometric artistry, are like frozen fractals painting the world in a mosaic of icy splendor. Each flake is a memory of the clouds, a thought of the heavens, crystallized in cold beauty. We find ourselves in the quiet contemplation of their journey, marveling at the delicate balance that brings each flake to its precise destination.
The rain, in its persistent pour, tells another tale. Each drop is a verse in the song of the storm, a rhythm in the grand concert of existence. It speaks of the fluidity of life, the cascading flow of time that washes over us, shaping our days and nights. Rain is the world’s refrain, a reminder that all things are transient, moving, alive.
Events that unfold, whether by chance or destiny, are like the snowflakes and the rain. They find their place in the grand design, each moment a thread in the weave of reality. There’s a beauty in this pattern, a comfort in knowing that everything has its space, its time, its role in the cosmic whimsiword.
Mistakes, those errant stitches in the fabric of life, raise us. They are the uneven steps that propel us forward, upward, out of the mire of complacency. Within these errors, we find the seeds of growth, the push to betterment. Regrets, too, have their purpose, lifting us by the sheer force of their presence, urging us to reach for a wiser self.
And in the midst of this ever-evolving chaos, the grownup child within us all finds a reason to smile. In that smile is the alchemy that turns the mundane into the magnificent. It makes the journey, with all its trials and treasures, seem worthwhile.
Every snowflake, every drop of rain, every event that occurs carries with it a silent understanding. There is no need for explanations or justifications. They simply are, and in their being, they are perfect.
Newfound Lake, a mirror to the skies above, reflects this symphony of snowflakes and raindrops, of events and moments. On this day, 11/9, it captures the essence of the now, the eternal presence of all that is.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We reflect on the beauty and uniqueness of snowflakes and the consistent journey of rain, paralleling them with the events of life that need no explanation. Mistakes and regrets are seen as elevating forces, and the inherent smile of a ‘grownup child’ brings worth to our experiences. We acknowledge that everything has its rightful place within the vast whimsiword of existence, just like every snowflake and raindrop finds its way to Newfound Lake on this day.
Glossarium
- Snowflakes: Symbols of individuality and the beauty of nature’s designs.
- Rain: Metaphor for the transient, ever-flowing nature of life.
- Mistakes and Regrets: Catalysts for growth and elevation.
- Grownup Child: The part of us that finds joy and wonder in life’s simplicity.
- Newfound Lake: The canvas reflecting the dance of snowflakes and rain, and the events of life.
“The snowflake never needs to feel responsible for the Avalanche.”
— Jon Ronson
In the hush of winter’s breath,
Snowflakes twirl in their descent,
A lake lies still, beneath the heft,
Of nature’s cold, serene event.
Each flake, a whisper from the cloud,
Each drop, the rain’s soft serenade,
Life’s tapestry, so vast, so proud,
In the silence, all is laid.
Mistakes, like stones in water tossed,
Ripples spread to shores unseen,
Regrets, once heavy, now embossed,
With the light of what they mean.
For in the smile of the child so grown,
Lies the truth of joy recaptured,
Every snowflake, every tone,
In this whimsiword, perfectly raptured.
We invite the echo of thoughts, the ripples of the mind, to share in this discourse.
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