In the clear, calm stillness of a chilly winter night, where the stars twinkle like icy diamonds in a dark sapphire blue sky, I feel the crisp, cold breeze ruffling my hair and brushing my cheeks, hear the soft crunches of freshly fallen snow beneath my shoes, I look up to see twirling snowflakes falling softly down upon the earth, each one's intricate design shimmering in the pale moonlight, I catch them and peer at their delicately crafted beauty, but then suddenly they vanish, leaving me alone, and wishing that I too could vanish along with them and leave my presence to be mourned.