Chinese New Year Memory

It was one of my last Chinese New Year's in China. It had snowed that night and by the time we finished our New Year's Eve feast, the ground, trees and houses were covered by snow. I went out onto the deserted street with a neighborhood friend. I held out my hand to catch the snowflakes and examined them under the street lamp. To my amazement, perfectly shaped snowflakes existed! I had thought it was one of those mythical tales, like the unicorns or Santa Clause, but it turned out to be true. It was beautiful staring at each that fell onto my palm. Ahhh, childhood memories...
picture of a real snowflake courtesy of Alex Tabarrok at www.marginalrevolution.com