Why-Oh-You.

You.

You will find nothing of yourself here.

You will find nothing of yourself here, and if you've come looking to find you, you will turn away disappointed.

This is the story of a boy, but if you are a boy, this is still not the story of you. This is the story of a boy who is not you, so keep that in mind as you are reading. That's the main thing to remember, the main thing that can distinguish this boy from all other boys: this boy was not you.

That isn't to say that all other boys are you, just that I wouldn't know anything about that. I don't know who all the other little boys are, whether they are you or they or someone or something else. I don't have the faintest idea who the other boys are at all, or even if they exist.

For instance: Do other little boys stand in the snow? And if they do, do they stand in the same spot for the same reasons? If you have already answered yes, then do their mothers also watch from the windows as their hands wrinkle in the dirty dishwater?

Do the other mothers of other little boys also shake their heads and sigh? Do they also say the words "early day tomorrow" to no one in particular?

There are other things I would like to know.

Do all little boys fall in love with their snowflakes? Do they all stand outside in that spot at night and stare as the snow falls down because that is the only spot where the light from the lamppost in the alleyway will show the snow as it's falling? The snow as it passes from the sky to rest on the ground? Do they all like the way that the snow twists and turns? Do they all find that one sympathetic snowflake impossible to leave? And, if so, do they all cry at the mere sight of it?

What do other boys stare at?

What do things look like to other little boys? Do the things that they stare at look like they looked to this little boy? Does each snowflake speak to them in a new and special way?

Are other little boys capable of staring without blinking? Or do the other little boys have to blink and look away? What are the other little boys thinking of as they are staring at the snowflakes?

Do other little boys stare so long that they also do not realize they are freezing with their eyes open? For the last time, I will tell you: I can only claim to have known this one little boy. I believe he may be the only boy that ever existed, and that you may be trying to mislead me.

This little boy was five years old. He was five years old and 67 days. In agreed-upon time, one year of this boy's life was worth 365 days. That comes to 1825 days plus 67 extra days. Plus one extra day for a leap year. That's 1893 days, or 2,725,920 minutes. What does five minutes mean to this little boy's life? What percentage of this boy's life was encapsulated in five minutes? What percentage of the world is encapsulated in the .0254 M. that is a snowflake? In each case, for this boy, the answer is the same.

What about the mothers of the other little boys? Do the other mothers of other little boys also turn away for a second only a second and look back to see that he has frozen to death? And if they do, do the mothers of other little boys also shriek?

Imagine this mother's excitement when she looks across the yard at the body of her cold, dead son. Screams, too, can be built from a place of excitement. Is all excitement like the excitement that a mother feels when she first sees her son dead? Do all screams come from the same place?

How can you distinguish between the screams of a mother who's little boy has just frozen to death and the other kinds of screams a little boy's mother might make? Aren't they all the same, in their own way? Aren't they all like the snowflakes?

Aren't all snowflakes just snowflakes, and aren't they all the same? Is every snowflake different or is it the same?

How long does it take other little boys to freeze to death while watching the snowflakes? Does it take one snowflake falling, or twelve, to die? Or even more than that? How long does it take a snowflake to fall, and what happens to the snowflake once it has fallen and you can no longer watch it with your open eyes?

Do the mothers of other little boys also cry into their hands when the men come to put a blanket over her little boy? Do the other mothers also grab the man by his elbow and say I swear it was only five minutes?

What is five minutes to another little boy? Is five minutes one hour or is it ten turns of the lamp post on and off? Is five minutes the same to all little boys? How much snow can fall in five minutes?

I don't know.

How do you measure time in snow? And whose time is the real time--Is your time the real time, or is the boy's time the real time? Even a quantum physicist will tell you what I am about to tell you: that time is not the same for everyone. Even Stephen Hawking, sitting in his chair, will tell you the very same thing.

Was Stephen Hawking also once a little boy? How long was he a little boy and how long has he been in his chair? Can we agree upon the length of time, or did he also like to watch the snow fall? Let's not forget the meaning of relativity: to a child of two years old, one year is not 365 days. It is half a lifetime.

So, I will ask you again: how long does it take a little boy of five years old to freeze to death? How long did this little boy stand there and stare? And how long is five minutes to a boy who can't take his eyes off the sky? If we can answer just this question, then all the rest of the answers will fall in line like the snow.

What do other little boys fall in love with? Do they fall in love with the trees or with the ground? Or with other little boys? Which boy's love is the real love?

And Is love something you've imagined many times before as the love between a cold, dead boy and his snowflake?