"To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake it is necessary to stand out in the cold "- Aristotle
There's something magical about snow when it falls to the ground. The way it crisps the air, almost pauses everything around it. I was born out of snow I think. The coldest month of the year, that's January. Just a short arduous ten days after the New Year of 1998 I emerged from what I call snow.
I look just like her, my mother. She's a sunflower out in this cold bitter world. Her beauty and thoughts about life are beyond where society is today. Her eyes were light and full of joyous blue. She has long wavy blonde hair, like the white coastal beaches she'd dream about. The most notable thing about Sun Flower was her smile, she unknowingly honed the source of taming every worry In the world just by a curl of her lips.
Most people say they realized her abundance of joy when she tamed my mountain of a man of a father.
He's a bear, grizzling through life with a hammer and chisel, he is what men are supposed to be made of.
My father a man of few choice words. A man whom knows the laws of our land like that of old tribunal homesteaders. My father is a burly man, with thick calluses casing every finger. Bears are courageous and he was blesses with eyes that could see through anything, and anyone. Looking in to his eyes you'd be met with sorrow, he knows the ways of our world, he's seen many disheartening times.
That's our life, the life we all chose. In the beginning when I chose my family I knew all of our hardships. I knew the day would come when we'd say goodbye. I knew all the close calls, I knew before I bursted from snow that my life would be so hard but I chose this life because when times are bad they create strong people.
"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars"-Khalil Gibran
I was born in a house that knew many bounds of love. Love was never lacking in my life. My parents made sure I understood what worthy love looked like, it looked like theirs, a fairytale about two prefect people falling desperately, madly in love.
I found my love patiently, he is the soft moss that lays on bed rocks beneath flowing treacherous waters. He's the easy day with a king pole and a tackle box.
He is my creek, my river, my oceans and seas.
To my world of water,
I Love You
"Snowflakes are beautiful patterns etched from waters dreams" -Anthony T. Hincks