I caught a snow flake in my hand.

I caught a snowflake in my hand. It was perfect in its six fold symmetry, all feathery and ornate; a single crystal that had fallen at random from far above and had fluttered and followed its unlikely path to me I was mesmerized by its delicate beauty. and instinctively I closed my hand around it to keep and protect its perfection I should have known better. When I opened my palm, the snowflake was gone.