Snow Thoughts

I just scrolled down my blog really fast and noticed how many words have been coming out of me lately. It's surreal to think that all of that text has manifested itself so effortlessly, or so it seems to me. Writing papers for school sometimes felt like a chore; Ugh 1000 words! No, please, can't we do 500 instead? Now I feel like I can't shut up. My brain is writing all the time, and when there's no pencil in my vicinity to jot things down with, I make a mantra of mental notes. Some thoughts hover in the outskirts of my cranial town, like passerby not sure whether to stay or to move on, but others drop their anchor and wave their flags and claim a nice plot of brainland until I can organize them into a fluid motion of words.

My words are kind of like snow. Snow doesn't usually fall, it bounces and flies. Man, I wish I were a piece of snow sometimes. It looks like so much fun! They come in clumps, you know; whole tribes of snowflakes holding hands on their gleeful spree through the atmosphere. Some snows zing like an arrow at a target, some drift casually with moderate speed, some hover and then abruptly change direction as if they'd forgotten something at home, and I guess some just fall...fall onto a pile of strangers, maybe they'll have the luck to meet their brothers or uncles, or maybe not. Maybe they'll have the luck to not meet their brothers and uncles and converse with the foreign snows about far-off things....