We can't measure love, except by our own experience. One is not greater than another, every love you have is a snowflake, as near to unique as ever could be comprehended, and in fact - can never be explained. Why two people should feel a connection is beyond me. It's (as I have said before) a question of chemistry.
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And yet I cannot tell it. The story burns inside, but the logic of all around me prevents it's freedom. And that's as it should be. If no snowflake is unique, then I am not unique in keeping my stories untold. One day maybe, I will make a study of my snowflakes; if I thought anyone would be interested....
“Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.” Anon
But the story of the last few weeks is one of hard work for more than one. I suspect that others have not shared my pleasure. Has it changed me? Has it changed them? The Doubt always creeps in, and makes me ashamed of the happiness I have felt. Oh, why do I deserve that happiness? Have I been overly indulgent?
Of course I have.
Can I make amends? Maybe.
That seems to be my word of the day... maybe.
Each snowflake may bump into another and flutter gently down with them for a short time, even resting with them on a branch before moving on. They can entwine their crystal fronds and become bigger and better than ever before. And as each one progresses, they influence the path of others, either joining with them for a short while, or forever. Learning from that experience. Sometimes moving on harmlessly, sometimes having to disentangle, and sometimes forced to break the bindings to separate. But never quite losing the memory, and always growing from the other's uniqueness.
My snowflake is fluttering lightly, and is buoyant, supported by some wonderous alternate branches. I know that it will not last for ever; but appreciate my chances to touch the uniqueness of my fellow ice scrolls, and perhaps become a better person; before I sink under the wonder of my good fortune to know them.
Vermont farmer Wilson A. Bentley (1865 - 1931) was the first person to capture a single snowflake on camera. He was later known as Snowflake Bentley for his pioneering 19th-century photography of more than 5,000 jewel-like snowflakes — no two alike.