I grew up in the mountains, my ancestors were from coastal areas. Many relatives left to live in the valleys below, I knew I would join them. On moving day my parents told me the wind was brisk today and that my journey would be different. Instead of a drop, I traveled as a flake.
T Van Santana's 2nd Monthly Nanofiction Bonanza!
July 2016 theme: your parents have selected you to be frozen