As I was replying to the comments on my previous posts, I was also watching the WordPress snow make its journey downwards from the top of my screen, to the bottom. I’m not saying that I have a short attention span or anything
Now, where was I?
Ah. That’s right!
Ahem. Yes, I was watching the snow drift downwards, and I felt myself travelling with it. At first, I was looking at the tiny white dot on the screen. In the next moment, I was smaller than the dot, and I was sitting on top of it. Gently floating downwards. Riding it.
Only it wasn’t a dot on a screen I was riding. It was an actual snowflake. I was sitting on top of a unique ice crystal, that was making its way from its creation in the sky to its final resting place on the ground. Gently floating. No rush. No haste. Very relaxing.
As I looked around me, other snowflakes were falling. Some had riders on them too, and others were acting differently. Some were disappearing before they reached the ground. They didn’t break up, or melt, they simply vanished. (Watch the WordPress snowflakes carefully – some of them do that as well).
An odd thing happened when I noticed all of the flakes falling at the the same speed. Everything stopped. We were all the same distance apart from each other, and all at the same constant speed. The sky around us was black, so we only had each other to compare what, where, how and why; and it appeared in those few seconds that none of us were moving. Other riders took the time to wave, and nod, and cheer. In that moment, we had slipped into our own Quantum Universe. Our own time, place and part of the Universe. Reality had faded and magic had taken its place.
I looked up, and saw more snowflakes above me. When I noticed they were moving once again, I could see that some were floating towards me, and others were floating outwards away from my central viewpoint beneath them, and yet another thought came to mind. These snowflakes above appeared to look like shooting stars. All of them radiating outwards, in a constant stream, at a constant speed. Some were disappearing as the snowflakes around me, and others were continuing on their own unique journeys, to their own unique worlds.
My snowflake came gently to rest, its journey complete, its lifetime fulfilled. I stood, and watched my snowflake fade away, as the others around me did mere seconds earlier (although it seemed longer). Other riders were completing their snow journeys as well, and were vanishing back to their own realities.
I blinked and was back where I had started. Watching another snowflake fall on my computer screen. Or was it a shooting star? Or maybe a soul’s journey.
Not that my mind wanders, of course…
And here’s another picture, courtesy of the Google Image search thing, that should be on a Christmas card somewhere…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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