"Timing's everything. The vapor rises high in the sky, tossing to
and fro, then freezes, suddenly, and crystalizes into a perfect
flake of miraculous snow. For countless miles, drifiting east above
the world, whiriling about in a swirling free-for-all, appearing
aimless, just like love, but sensing, seeking out, its destiny.
Falling to where the two young skaters stand, hand in hand, then
flips and dips and whips itself about to ever-so-gently land, a
miracle, across her unkissed lips: as he blocks the wind raging
from the south, leaning forward to kiss her lovely mouth."