Paul J Penton – Songwriter

Snowflake- Daily Object Writing – Sept 23

Peering down a barrel into a microscopic world, a kaleidoscope of moving stars in a universe far away, each star with its own unique pattern, becoming unstable and melting away from view….. Outside in the park we run about in blubbery Wellington boots, hard rubber that screeches our footprints into the field of snow. We build a snow castle using our bare hands, the cold makes them as numb as disbelief and then we put on our gloves and throw snow balls. Thousands of those tiny individual flakes compressed together on catapault arms flying free again, flying floating, drifting down from the heavens come more paratroopers, washing the ground with purity, which will soon turn to gritty grey slush on the sides of road and merge into sodden earth on the football field.

Really snow is ‘nothing’ I taste it and it is just water, plain H2O competely boring. Under a microscope it’s a transparent crystal nothing too it but those beautiful jagged edges. Somehow it reminds me of angels and choirs of hosts singing their song all laid out over the earth.

Hard crunchy snow under foot in a ski resort as I attempt to master the art, riding to the top of the easy run, skis hanging out like helicopter blades. Practicing the snow-plough, make a triangle and slowly wind down on those gentle slopes . Hat keeping in the heat of my head , a jacket as thick as a leg of lamb encloses my body. The world perceived through a tint of yellow glasses…..