The day will come when you and I will cease to be. And all that was said, and thought, and done will melt to nothing. And in that moment of returning to the earth again, as water, - Heaven sent, momentary, lingering in this space that lies between - some of us may pause and ask... "How did I fall and dance on the wind that brought me here?" "How did I bind myself with others to create a soft but yielding cloak of uniform and reverent peace?" "How did I keep and preserve the uniqueness of my magical and awe-inspiring beauty; which others glimpsed in passing and I was blind to for the longest years of life?" "When did I truly love the different individuality of others, falling silently beside me, also blind to the miracle of Life they were?" "What light did I first see, reflect, then feel then hold, with joy, within my heart?" "And for who?" "What did I do with that light, knowing it came from without but lit me within?" "Did I hold the individual form that Mother Nature, so divine in all her timeless wisdom, crafted me to be? Did I honour that same divinity of purpose in those who fell around me, regardless of their falling dance or shape?" "Did I sparkle in the moonlight, however briefly, content and knowing that no human eye may ever see my glory?" "Did I live my full and destined life, however small, however judged by hoard of human minds, before the moment came to surrender all, and melt?"

Snowflakes in Photographs
by W A Bentley