Snow–By the end of the day it will all be gone. Like everything it is temporary. I often wonder why as humans we are born with such an absolute sense of permanence. We mourn at the thought of death. Yet, the beauty around us–even as the temperature rises on a snowy day–melts and fades with each passing moment. All things change.

Even I am different. Touched by the watery ice that cascades from the tree tops, I embrace the impermanence. I touch the essence of forever.