Snowy Mountain

The wind howled, coursing through the rocky ridge. Particles of white swirled through the sky, glistening against the midnight sky.
Drifting, swirling along with the wind as it made its journey through the rocks and trees, snowflakes of all description wandered without care of where they would eventually land.
For what did it matter to them? So long as the wind continued on its unending roar around the mount, they would never join that thick blanket of white the covered most of the rocky earth.
At times the wind would manage to snatch up some of that snow covering the ground. At such times, the snowflakes managed to receive a glimpse of what their future may entail.
It was often frightening, to see mutated globs of misshapen snow futility attempting to stay aloft.
But it was not to be. Those miserable former snowflakes were too weighed down by their time upon the earth of rhe snowy mountain.
They would fall back to the rejoin the mountain, and the wind rush back around the mountain, trailing a constant entourage of snowflakes.