Snowflakes

The old man trudged the bulk of his mass through the dry city streets, always moving slowly, his body stiff and cold with ancient icicles hanging from him. He looked around and saw the warmth of the world, and grinned. Challenged. He moved everywhere all at once, leaving enormous drifts of his life behind him. “Here I am,” he said, his breath chilling the air. “Don’t forget me.”