There are so many pictures I wanted to try for this assignment, but I decided on this macro shot from a few weeks ago. This time of year always makes me feel vulnerable. One year ago Sunday, I lost one of my good friends to cancer. The holidays, while always full of family and cheer, also bring a remembrance of pain and loneliness. And so I find myself much like this snowflake, clinging to the glass, hopeful yet so vulnerable to the outside world. A single brush of a finger and the snowflake drifts away. Sometimes I feel like my soul is like a snowflake, delicate, tender, unique, always somehow standing on its own...scared of being brushed away.
