Looking up, there was an infinite fall of snowflakes, so light to be taken by the most innocent breeze. I caught one in my hand, once, and it disappeared immediately. It had no presence.

I was startled then by a small tree suddenly shaking itself free of the cold, and it left a large mess of snow right on the sidewalk. It all appeared so suddenly.

I’ve always been fascinated by finding coincidence between things. Things like anagrams and elevator numbers, streets and provinces, Playboy and birth months. I’ve even found interest in 3719 as a prime number. I followed the trail of fate avidly. I believed in these things like I used to believe in Santa Claus.

Until it began to snow.