A dandruff-like flake,
Falling from the sky.
It spirals like a fighter jet
Coming down fast.
But with more grace.
A perfect, six-sided crystal of ice.
So delicate that it dies the second it touches the ground.
But there are hundreds of them
Falling in a spiral to land on top of each other.
And to not die, but to grow.
And they pile up until
The world has gone white.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All resemblance to actual people, places, incidents, or things is completely coincidental.