It was almost unnoticeable. The darkness surrounding the bus terminal as I waited for the bus seemed unusually dark. The lights from the station itself seemed harsh and uninviting.
“Is it snowing?” the person next to me asked.
No was what I wanted to answer. I didn’t want to even consider that winter was starting when Autumn still had a month to go. I turned my eyes skyward and didn’t see anything. I thought it possible to answer no.
Then I saw it, at first only dimly against the night sky. It was incredibly small and an almost silvery white, fluttering and spastically moving from side to side–this was unlike any snowflake I had ever seen, but snowflake it was. The uncommonly early winter meant to linger.
It is hard to choose a moment like this as Today’s Perfect Moment, but that is what I have done.