An Existential Examination of Snow

Think of a snowflake.

By itself it exists as a collection of water molecules, frozen into a hexagonal shape. It was created by a collision of forces, a development of opposing pressure systems—a child of attempted circumvention with chaotic afterthought. They can only be created under specific circumstances, and none of them are the same.

With each passing day, the world is different.

No matter how similar anything could be to the past, no scenario can be identical. There are just too many changing variables, outside influences—progressions.

Think of how we change the contours of the world every day. Buildings are torn down, ribbons are cut and new projects are started. Days get longer and we open our windows, or they get shorter and we burn the midnight oil. Babies are born, and people die. One day it is sunny, and the next, it snows.

Human life moves in a cycle, and water behaves the same way– all of our elements in a constant state of change.

The creation of snow is a process that includes a set variables, all elements of weather that, when combined correctly, create the perfect catalyst. These variables vary in their quality or quantity depending on the circumstances of the world. Whether we like it or not, our actions influence these variables because we are a variable in itself. We are a part of this world, just as the weather is and our forces influence others.

And think of how we are conceived—two bodies developed under different outside influences, bearing similar biological variables, colliding together in such a way that life is made.

I wonder, if a child was conceived in the snow, how much the temperature and conditions of the environment would affect the conception.

There is a reason why we are a part of this Earth. It is often forgotten that even though we are a civilized people, we are still very much a part of nature.

And our eyes are not keen enough to see the snowflakes for what they truly are—individual. Instead we see them as a collective body, a mass of thousands, falling to the ground and joining together. As the masses grow they become something else, a force that cannot be ignored. Snow stops traffic.

And who are we to say we cannot do the same?