Days I Haven't Died

It's like snowflakes, or at least, at first it's like snowflakes. Tiny things, here and there. Careful, slowly falling, you can look all around, and if you didn't know better, you might think it would be Impossible, that, one day, your entire world would be engulfed. Like snowflakes, crisp, light, like falling stars, you begin imagine all of the possibilities all the things you might do all that might be to come all of the memories that they now remind you of. Like snowflakes, you think of things you've built, things you've constructed when you were very small, dances on ice, warm laughter, celebration, angels, family, love, hope, and grace. Like snowflakes, you can't see where exactly they've come from, but, you're sure that you know, and that it's nothing to worry abo...