I do not have the answers, sometimes I don't even have the questions, sometimes I have nothing but empty thoughts that drift upon the breeze...
Have you ever chased a snowflake, such a fragile, delicate, and beautiful thing, crystalline sculpture, in purest white?
Have you ever caught that flake, and watched it as it fades in the warmth of your hand, softly dissolving, to a tear drop?
When I see the snows fall, and disrupt us all, block our roads, close our schools, bring down power lines, and cause death and destruction I sometimes think of that delicate snow flake and wonder how something so small, so gentle, so fragile, can be so destructive.
Then I look at us, people, and we're just the same, so many fragile people, and yet when one or two voices band together we can cause such pain, and such misery.
I don't want to see drifts, and blizzards, death and destruction, I just want to hold the delicate people, to see them for their individual beauty, and to care for them, and to love them.
Why are some people so filled with hate?
