A snowflake was caught between two spent morning glories. We leave the flowers to dry on the vines, and then in the spring we crumble them open and scatter the seeds on the ground to grow into this year's vines. A second after this shot, the snowflake was lifted off by the wind, like a seed.
As the snowflake rested with the seed pods I thought of Virginia Woolf in A Room of One's Own when she was settled in and absorbed in a good luncheon at Oxbridge: "No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself."