On a Wednesday afternoon,
I sat
in a Starbucks,
sipping water and ******* a candy cane,
and I watched cars driving through flurries of snow.
Each left the flakes spiraling and churning in its wake;
they did not stop,
or even notice
the affect they had on the frozen precipitation around them,
and I sat
thinking that people, passing through each others lives,
are much the same.