Only two weeks until Christmas! Yowza.
Last year I did a twelve days of Christmas lead up to the big day but I haven't decided what I'll do this year yet. That's my way of saying that I'm open to suggestions.
Today's prompt for Four Line Friday Prose: let it snow.
We got a little taste of it here today, with more to come this weekend.
The snowflake performs a slow, lazy dance as it meanders down to earth. It has no thoughts on when and where it shall arrive, no concerns about what others might think of it, no desire to attain the newest gadget. It is simply a snowflake, gliding down to the ground so that it may be transformed into a snowman or snowball, or just to become one small stitch in a massive white blanket.
And that is enough.