From the shadow of domes in the city of domes, A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up From your book, saw it the moment it landed. That's all There was to it.

Mark Strand
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A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your roomAnd made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking upFrom your book, saw it the moment it landed. That's allThere was to it. It was beautiful and magical and life changing. The moment you saw it on your chair, you knew that there was no going back.

You couldn't wait to tell someone about what had just happened. You'd been waiting a long time for this moment and now you were going to share it with someone special. But they weren't home yet.

Nor would they be for a few more minutes. So instead of keeping this wonderful moment to yourself, you decided to wait patiently. In those few minutes as you sat in that chair, the world seemed just a little bit smaller and you felt at peace with yourself.

Source: Blizzard Of One

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