What did the ancients first think? Frozen tears shed by a disappointed god? Icy ashes from a distant star? The world’s end? Did they catch them on their tongues? Build snowmen?
Momentarily, the world’s scars are covered. Our ever shouting voices muffled. Our angers cooled. Our childhoods remembered fondly for their childness, sorrowless for what has passed.
Are there really never two identical?
Science cannot explain wonderment and romance.
Let it be.