The First Snow

I am unique. I am generic.

I am the forest and the trees. I am fleeting and forever. I am joy and sadness. I am snowball fights and cloudy afternoons home alone.

I am consistent. I am a non-constant.

I am there, during cold winters or light summers, during warm winters and cold summers.

I Exist. And no one can deny my existence.

I Melt. And everyone can forget I existed.

This is war. This is peace.

This is life.


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