snow or sunshine?

Equivalent, 1926, Alfred Stieglitz

hilariously, after all the lovely sunshine and days with our coats off...I look out my window this morning and see a flake of white. What is that I think? And then I see more, one after the other slowly falling down. Snow. Oh Mother nature you fickle lady you.

As I watch the flakes they are lazy and lingering as they fall...knowing that they will melt as soon as they hit the ground. Reluctantly fulfilling their destiny of an almost spring snow.

I think today I prefer theses little sweet white flakes over the warm sunshine- humbling me to simply being me.