Green Mountain Tales: Snowflakes

I looked out the window at the crystals slowly drifting down. Their lacy designs are both beautiful and unique at the same time. I thought about how they are beautiful in their own way, like us. They pile up on the ground, raising the pile of fluff higher and higher. They seem to sparkle and shine in the sun. They are tiny diamonds on a journey to the ground. I think about how fun skiing will be tomorrow and how they will fly in the air as the wind tosses them around.