Finding My True Flake in Deep Romance
Posted: Monday, December 12, 2011
by Christofer French
Rain Dancer Associates, LLC
They say I’m a flake.
They also say I’m kaleidoscopic.
And then they say there is absolutely nobody like me.
I actually like all three of those things.
As I descended from 50,000 feet, I started getting the shivers. They say all of the beautiful crystalline
shapes that we attain are not only utterly unique, but they are also utterly beautiful.
I floated down and kind of bundled in with a few of us. It’s very moist up here. I got to where I was feeling a little claustrophobic, so I peeled off of that little clump.
As I wafted, I avoided dropping into a wet street.
It’s important to have a safe landing. It’s like a safe birth.
I dropped on the top of a little Chinese Locust. Several other flakes said “Hi”.
You like to feel you are so special, and you theoretically are, but you know what?
You can’t go up to other flakes, and like, show your special virtues and see if you match anybody else!
It’s embarrassing. So, I just waft along assuming we are all utterly unique,
And yet I am glad we are all so much alike. When we get packed together, it can get tight.
The reason I am only writing one liners is because us flakes have short lives.
I am falling in the Denver area. All of my flaky friends say we are quick lived.
We melt sometimes in just two days. Then we join again the water of the planet.
What matters is that we joy in our existence. Oooh, I touched a flake that fell right on my back.
“Hi, I was just thinking about melting.” She was so fresh and sweet. “Oh, you can’t think about melting.
You have to think about all the ways you can experience “snowness”.
You want to blend with those others over there, then, when the sun comes, the weight of us
Will melt off the Chinese Locust, and we will scream and laugh as we fall through the branches.”
“You are quite a fun girl.”
“I haven’t looked at myself all around. Am I quite appealing?”
I kind of melted just a bit when I looked at her lower crystals.
You are very very appealing. I am already fantasying about getting attached to you.
I like your idea of clumping up together with those others over there.
But why don’t you and I clump together first?”
“Whoa , watch it you two. I am crashing in. Sorry, I am just going to fast!”
I am a heavy flake. I kind of lost control of my descent, when I saw the
Chinese Locust, I just headed toward you two. I saw you two getting close.
So, I figured landing on the two of you would give me a perch.”
“I can’t believe you crashed into us. Now we are all one.”
She looked at me. She looked down. “You and I are really stuck together because of him.”
I looked down, and sure enough we were. The heavy guy stuck his crystals out.
So, the three of us are all bound up.
We are talking much. The heavy guy keeps interrupting me. And, he is boring.
I have always thought of myself as a thoughtful and humorous flake.
But I am developing a true irritation. She was so pretty. And now she is melting into him.
I am just going to leap and see if I can break off on the ground.
“There, wow. What a flight!”
I landed on a park bench. I feel free. Tons of flakes are now coming down. I am sure I will get with
New flakes, flakes who are more polite and charming than that heavy guy and his girl friend.
It is so weird. “Being a flake makes you an individual, and yet we are all a part of the big snowfall. I mean we can’t be singular and alone. Once that happens you tend to melt.
Then, if you melt, you have to hope for a new beginning, the thrill of birth, the art of getting along, the acceptance of falling where you fall, the realization that fate is fate, and your will is actually quite limited. But what will you have, you still love to express. It’s hard to stop from getting troubled over getting along. It’s hard to fall in love, because you get all stuck together. Falling in love is not what you expect at all.
But falling in love is kind of what we get.
And then we melt in whatever state we find ourselves.
I like being a flake. I really really liked that girl that I lost.
The sun’s coming out, but it’s only 15 degrees.
I still have some time to travel a little.
This park bench is great. I made it on to a bus riding citizen.
Now I am on a shoulder. Oh my God, he pushed me off of his shoulder.
I landed on a woman’s legs. Guess what?
There she is. And the big heavy flake. He fell on the floor.
“Oh well, he was kind of boring!”
She smiled at me. “I was hoping you would say that.
“I liked you from the time we first met. It was fun joining you.”
I thought for a moment. It was nice and cold in the bus. No danger of melting today.
“Why don’t we stay together, if life lets us…all the way to the end?”
She twinkled at me with her gorgeous shining crystalline looks.
“Ever since we first met on the Chinese Locust, I have hoped that
We could melt together. I love you”.
Then she said it. The thing you never expect.
“Maybe we could share hydrogen and oxygen!”
“Oh my God.”
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Top-level comments on this article: (7 total)You are a unique and special snowflake, exactly just like everyone else!
Getting the cold shoulder cheers you where it chills others; deep romance, like happily married, is as much an oxymoron as is jumbo shrimp and army intelligence but I admire your sanguine romantic ideas!
Inspiring article that surely reminds me of the need to shovel!
Affection,
PaulThis is one perfect comment. You are so bright, you melt me. Don't need a shovel.
Interesting metaphor. Thanks!Thank you Jack.
Christofer! What a Hit!!! This was the article I was thinking of, you touched all wisdom, and even the lifes of those pretty snowflakes, you changed the way I will look at the unique snowflakes, what precious happy little beings.
I gave you bonus points! Enjoy! More information in your inbox!I felt uneasy at first, like the tentative little flake that I am, but then the equivalencies in life just kept falling into my reality. Then it just clumped together with transcendent realization. Thanks for your inspiration. I need your suggestions, it seems. If you get any stray thoughts, like "Chris should write about this...." just tell me. Thanks a million flakes.Ah Christofer! Thanks a thousands, i rarely get these kind remarks for being the leader, but when i get them it really motivates me and assures me I made the right choice in taking this foggy path, you all make this path clearer.
brillantArlene, my most appreciated fan. Thank you.
Awesome. I love this story.
I wrote a poem titled "I Am A Leaf" that you would like, it is #2 in my e book "A Winding River" on Amazon.com or Smashwords, and you can read it for free, as it's part of the 'free offering examples".Thank you. I will seek out "A Winding River".
This totally took me by surprise, Christofer and what a great surprise! You're the metaphor king. Your ending is hilarious! Thanks for a very entertaining read.I love the Jennifer Stewart ENTHUSIASM. You make me feel good!:) Spread the love around!
Hi Christopher,
Being new to this site, this is my first reading of your articles. What a clever, cleaver metaphor and a hoot to boot.
Kind regards dawnThanks very much I reach for ecstasy with a laugh. I try not to be predictable, but maybe in that I am.
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