Winter
"Overnight, the air bore its tiny children, countless little angels, pushed by the internal order of water molecules growing dendrites invisible to my eye. In the warmer evening sky, they grew slowly. One fell into a particle of dust and became lopsided. Most floated perfectly into their symmetris six-sides, unique in their relationship to the environment they had been gently carried into. The most beautiful danced the dance between attracting and repulsing, maximizing and minimizing effortlessly."
- Kamie Kahlo from 2018.vision
