Snow storm - To a friend.

Moment onto itself. Melting, a vanishing dot. Like a snow flake.

Now, the time to connect the dots, a story, spanning many moments and notice the snow storm that never existed. 

I can never live your life for you. And sometimes, when no direction exists, I can only alter its momentum and see you reach a high in every point on the arc. A change in direction even for a straight line.

Ethically so if you please.

The storm never existed, but you weathered it, now my friend you are the storm.