Perfection

The snow is falling at the perfect pace today. It looks as though you have just blown the biggest dandelion fluff. It slowly moves about it's way and travels to where the wind takes it. Twirling madly the second a swift, hard wind blows, then settles so softly on the windshield. For a second you can see the intricate design of the flake, and all it's rigid edges in harmonious design. And then it gives into the warmth of its surroundings and disappears as a tear down the glass. How in the world can something so beautiful be created so far up in the sky and still land with grace. Maybe it's god's way of reminding us to take time and notice the perfection that exists around us. Like the design of a leaf. Every year the tree will produce hundreds maybe even thousands of the same leaf, perfect in design for it's existence. As a child I would examine the leaf closely and notice all the cells matched up together. I would hold up the leaf into the sunlight and trace the haphazard edges of the veins with my eyes. And then as though I couldn't help myself I would carefully deconstruct the leaf until it was in pieces strewn about the ground. My hands stained from the green blood that drained from the leaf. Ironic that I would destroy something that was vital to my existence as a human being. I read a passage in the bible about how He created all the trees and seed to bear fruit and grain to supply the whole list creatures he designed. Then he created man to rule over all of the creature and tree and grain. Maybe I felt like it was my god given right to destroy such a beautiful and perfect creation. Or maybe I was 8 years old and I couldn't comprehend such a thought, twenty years later I think about it all the time. But for today I will sit inside my warm cozy house and watch the snow fall at a perfect pace. Weaving it's way through the roots of the tree that grow up to the sky. And wonder how in God's name something so beautiful can fall all the way down from what seams like heaven, only to be destroyed by the warmth of my skin. And revel in it's perfection.