Standing
in the
brutal air
of a blizzard,
I think,
longingly,
how
unexpectedly
fortunate
the flakes are
to have fallen
where you sit,
caressing you
as they descend.
Startled,
I look down
to find myself
standing
in a pool of water;
the snow has melted.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings 
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