Snow Flakes.

Unable to sleep, she walks up the stairs and opens the door, stepping out onto the porch the frigid air tickles her nose. The snow is still falling, and people still sleeping, the sun peeks out from behind the mountains illuminating the sky with the purest of whites. The snow-covered roof tops blend in with the sky, the light, fluffy snow blankets the earth, single flakes delicately balance themselves on the tips of the trees, the street light on the corner causes each flake to shimmer as it kisses the ground. So pure and pristine she just stood there and watched, afraid if she moved the beauty would be broken. After snow filled her hair and she started to shiver, back inside she went and made some hot chocolate. Now through the window she watched, and stood there in awe, and after some time she gave in and let her childish instincts take over.
With just combat boots, shorts and a sweatshirt she went out and ventured,  footprints and snow angles soon filled the once snow-covered floor. Her six-year old brother saw through the window and gaped, he went out to join her and together they played in the first snow of the year. By noon day it melted- gone and destroyed, but memories can't melt- they just fill you with joy.