I went outside to take some trash and recyclables to their temporary spot until Thursday morning (garbage day). When I opened the door, I noticed that it had begun to snow. It was so beautiful. Not threatening as how a blizzard is or even a nice rain that I enjoy. This was peaceful and quiet. I wanted to see it a little longer, so I stayed and smoked a cigarette while sitting on the picnic table under the shelter. I watched for quite a while and then I realized that even though there were so many snowflakes falling they never disturbed one another. They all respected each ones individual space on the journey.
Not like rain, splashing and combining into one force, making ample noise to announce their presence. I thought this was especially interesting in regards to the snow, because it is well known, that all snowflakes are unique. It was millions of 'special' and none of them 'normal.' Like the reverse of what it is like for humans. At least for me anyway, I dont fit in anywhere; I have never thought or felt as most people do.
I saw myself in the snowfall and I longed to be accepted by my own kind. And my right hand to God, just as I thought the words, "I am one of them." Some of the snowflakes drifted into the shelter and landed on my face. I dont know if any of you can understand this, but at that moment... I felt loved.