PL Drabble, Carrols

-02: Carols

There's something magical about snow. Scientifically speaking, it is simply the freezing of water molecules in the sky. They gain weight and begin to drift down from the sky to our realm of existence. It's simple as that, and yet it does something to everyone all around.

It is a truth that I have discovered in my years. Every person has their own feelings about snow. The very sight of the substance is enough to bring forth countless emotions. A strange phenomenon, but it is one of the simple truths of nature.

Speaking in a Scientific perspective, I know examples are in order. At times I have noticed the most extreme examples of this unexplainable property. I was once having tea with a fairly aged madam. The years she's has spent, living and breathing on this Earth, have given her an air of calm warmth. It was that time of year, where all waited with held breaths and awaited the sight of white particles to descend from the skies. When they finally did though, I was first to acknowledge, and I often wonder if I should regret I ever did.

Upon hearing those words, the madam turned her aged body to observe. It was a strange, watching her warm face, holding a simple smile, slowly turn....so melancholy.

I know there are many factors that could be record. I only later discovered that it was during the first snow of a year far gone, that she was swiftly made into a widow. In a sense, everyone does have that sort of mentality. We all apply those mental tags to everything about this world. Even as I write this, I am guilty of having such a metaphorical mentality.

For I know that as the snow descends, the future genius to grace this world crawls out of his bed. As he wipes his tired eyes, head still fogged with his boyhood dreams, he slowly takes in sight of the snow. All I can ever seem to recall is a simple young Gentleman, already plotting out his Christmas wishes.

-Hershel Layton.