Afterlives

So I was thinking about this today: evaporation is like reincarnation for snow.

Think of snowflakes like people, because as they say there are no two snowflakes that are alike, just like people. Everyone’s different. So the snow comes down to earth and hangs out for a while. Eventually it gets warm and eventually melts. Some sooner than others and those ones that stick around for the longest get to live a good long life. In the end they all melt, and what do they melt into: that’s right, water! So they exist in this limbo in the form of water. Lets call it their afterlife. Now, some of the snow melts and gets drained into dirty ass puddles of gross brown water. The way I see it this is probably the hell of snow. Then there’s that snow that melts into lakes and rivers. I figure that this is the more pleasant afterlife for snow (be it heaven, nirvana, whatever).

But what’s after that you ask? Well, after sitting in the afterlife, the melted snow (now water) probably becomes bored and wants to go back down to earth. So that’s where evaporation takes place. The water is evaporated and eventually comes back down in one form or another. Now, here’s where things get tricky and the snow/water have some decisions to make. Do they want to come back as snow or rain, and can they time it right so they come back as their desired force of nature? Because it must suck wanting to have a nice soft ride down as a snowflake, as compared to being hurled to the earth as a raindrop, and not getting it. However, there are probably those who are interested in that kind of thing, and get kicks from it. Extremists, if you will. So, it’s all just a matter of timing really. They have to get in line and wait for their turn to come back down, and depending on the season and in what part of the world they’re in, they may not come down in the form that they want to be, by the time they get to the front of the line.

Whatever the outcome, they eventually get to come back down and start a new life. When you really think about it, they have an opportunity that most of us may never have: to start fresh with a clean slate. I know that I’d want to have that chance, should I need it. Wouldn’t you?

Youngblood