The Heaviest Snow Since 1981

I rushed out of bed to open the window as soon as I read Yoonsoo’s message:

“Omg there’s snow.”

Never mind that I was in a T-shirt fit for filming in Manila’s summer heat.

I did not want
To miss a second
Of this beautiful snow
Knowing that it would evaporate before we knew it

We kept the window open,
laughing
Never mind that we might get sick
Or that our heads might ache from the cold.
That fear felt small
Compared to joy of touching a gentle snowflake

I rejoiced at it landing on my skin
and
saw it quickly transform into a drop of water

Slowly, snowflakes started to populate my palm
Turning into a puddle of water

And I wondered
how gravity told something so tiny, and fragile
to trust

To land onto my warm hands–
to let go of its apprehensions,
to not fear changing.

As if it was running toward my heat,
knowing it would be —
wanting to be–
transformed.