Snowflakes, in all their diverse beauty, fell liberally across the land. In some places, they fell with blizzard fury and made the news. In other places they fell so softly it seemed a soundless leisure. And sometimes they fell in places snowflakes had never fallen before.
Some said it was due to the effect of climate change. Others considered it a freakish event without cause. Still others, especially those who could not surmount the inconvenience of evolution, cursed the sky from where the snowflakes fell.
It was a long winter. Some called it endless. Many were exhausted by it.
People searched for alternative reasons to explain the constant snowfall. They babbled and babbled and many harsh and useless words were thrown around. Most didn’t notice how the snow had accumulated under their feet.
Then it happened. Spring came like it always does.
The millions and millions of snowflakes melted.
The oceans rose.
The rivers swelled.
The floods came.
And no amount of bagging could stop them.
They coursed through towns. They knocked down the doors of houses, sweeping out all the secrets kept there in the corners.
It was shocking. It was devastating. And after the floods, it was quiet for many days.
Then one person salvaged some wood and set it in the sun to dry out. Another person scavenged for nails. And another found some paper and a pencil and set out to record all that had happened, just like before.