Plow it, push it, heave it, and blow away. One thing about snow is that after it falls its journey isn’t done.

Imagine being a flake being created high in the sky by the weather gods and given wings to gently float to earth.

You float down and eventually settle gently with your snowflake buddies, resting after your journey. Then your world is upended as you are churned up and cast back up into the sky or maybe brutally smashed into a pile. It ain’t easy being a flake.

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