Day 3: Underwear and Snow.

This is a normal day at work. "Underwear Tornado" is what this is called, and yes, we did turn it on and almost busted a gut at the outcome.

So much running through my head right now. God, calm it.

Snow is an interesting thing. Each snowflake is unique, yet lands amidst millions of snowflakes to make them just snow. Some of the more unlucky snowflakes end up in the road, getting caught up in the wheel-well of some gas guzzler. Their uniqueness and beauty fade as dirt and grime work their way into the intricate design.

I watched as a community of contaminated snowflakes fell from their carrier like a parasite. I watched as a few cars narrowly missed the soft rock-looking structure. Then, in front of my eyes... a wheel flung the community far away from each other, pulverizing some into the ground and forcing them into becoming dirt. Others were spared for a short time but had little chance of ever being made beautiful again... that is, until the plow came and mixed their grime and dirt with the beautiful, white community of snowflakes. Somehow, the mix was still beautiful. The unblemished snowflakes took on the grime and filth and made the contaminated snowflakes a little lighter. More snow fell and completely covered the dirt, making the community whole and fully beautiful again.

A picture of the Church and the Holy Spirit? Perhaps. But maybe it is just a story about snowflakes.