January 19, 2026

The snow can’t help
but fall. But
in this blustery aftermath, flakes
wander and dart in all
directions, some aimless
and meandering, while others race
down toward inevitable crushing or up
in some cosmic defiance. Lost
in this confused midair rush hour,
still
more hover and float, apparently
unsure which destination will best
suit their fleeting needs, keep
their crystals intact, help them
find each other, firm up and form
something more. 

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love notes
a ritual to start the week