Snowflakes blanket the pavement, each accumulation representing the passage of time. Inch by inch, we draw nearer to the year’s end. The closer and closer we are to experiencing a moment we never will again.
The snow fell atop her head. The single snowflake that landed on her nose was gone in the blink of an eye. The ticking seconds, remembered only in fragments, slip away into the vastness of time, known only to the universe. In her frozen state, the memory of the snow on her head will soon dissipate.
The snow drapes itself over the car and her house, enveloping them in a white quilt—a comforter. For once in the girl’s life, she finds herself tucked in not by her mother, but by Mother Nature, ready to sleep the hardships away.
Velocity 
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