Snow

"What are they?" you say, watching them fall. Little bits from a cloud, parts of a shooting star falling overhead or maybe feathers from an angel's wing. Staring out the window watching them fall onto the Christmas tree, "what could they be?"

Explore

I could just imagine being the size of an ant, exploring the grass like a forest.

Stretch

As she leaps through the air, twisting and stretching wishing she could stay like this forever, the nameless ballerina.