she was different now..

She came back.

But this time she was different. It was the seasons. They had transformed her.

She floated through the air like an angel playing in the fields of heaven.

The burden no longer hurried her journey. She was living her life - soft and gentle.

And yet she knew that her journey was no different, her destination was the same. Just as before.

But this time, she would take her time.

She came by. I saw her through the window. Even as I tried rubbing away the heavy sleep from my weary eyes, i saw her. She was beautiful. As though crafted by the almighty himslef. Perfections of symmetry.

There she was, giving me the lessons on how to fly.

She felt like a drop from heaven. But a drop would make her the same again.

She was different now. She had been reborn.

The darling droplet from the rains above had evolved into the snow flake of the first fall.