the unique beauties of nature gives us ... the snowflakes are one of these! The perfection that reach the water molecules joining shaping geometry of ice crystals is unique. The magic they create is amazing! A charm that remains secret ..
The storm raged across the plain, the wind cut the fields and woods, the blizzard howled his rage against the houses, which seemed to shake as terrified even more with each 'other. The snow hissed in the air, a dry snow and frost, which take root wherever the wind felt like crashing. And in a heap snowy, icy precariously against the door of an old house, we find the protagonist of our story. So a snowflake, which now seemed to tell the truth more ice than snow, with a long adventure to tell. Why is it strange, but our very first snowflake barbarian who take part in the attack just described was only a drop of sea water, lying in the Mediterranean Sea and sleepy. If he was indeed there for years: every now and then the storm moved a few kilometers, but the remainder of his favorite occupation was to doze on the sea surface. Indeed, not just on the surface, because that was the place reserved for those who had to go, easy prey to the spray during the hottest hours kidnapped as many drops as possible, and then transport them along the upward motion of convection to the troposphere. Ah, no! Our heroine preferred the quiet life of the drop and secure marina. At the bottom is not there danger, not suffered the humiliating transformation in gas and not likely to be buffeted by the winds in some terrible cumulonimbus, with its absurd motions ascending and descending, which would have made a fool even the sound of the sea drops! Sleep, idle, doze, idle, nap, stroll, sit with our hands here is the greatest happiness! And instead, as always in life, the unexpected happened. An enormous blue whale suddenly veered towards the arm of the sea where our drop lounging peacefully. At first he did not notice anything, just seemed like a tidal wave, a bit 'bigger than the other. And instead, in a moment, he found himself to be sucked a huge force into the gaping mouth of the whale. Terror took possession of our drop: unexpectedly find themselves caught in an enclosed area. Never had experienced a similar emotion. The darkness, chaos, the screams of other drops, the fear of fish, everything seemed to have the worst, when suddenly a huge new force was sucked into the water in the mouth of the whale to the blowhole. The violent spray that followed certainly did not mark the end of the unpleasant experience for our heroine, but rather the beginning of his long journey to the big storm that we described earlier. In fact, the spray of a whale made a few moments vulnerable to drops in the heat of the sun. Far from placid relaxed and safe sea, the drops found themselves at the mercy of the sun and it was then that the metamorphosis took place: the drop of sea water turned into an evanescent molecule H2O. Water vapor, so to speak. Headaches, fainting, panic attack: and how blame her. Go so, at any moment from the liquid state, so reassuring and enveloping gaseous state, so evanescent and totally at the mercy of any wind or air drafts. Our drop, oops, our molecule of water vapor did not even have time to try to get used to new condition, which winds and not at all reassuring dragged her along with billions of other molecules to the mainland. He could not know, but was over within an extratropical cyclone, those who regularly make the mid-latitudes. The latter, however, was of considerable proportions and had really low blood pressure. In short, it was a cyclonic vortex of all respect, and was heading, as we have said, to the lands of the Italian peninsula. But they were not only strong winds to worry about our molecule of water vapor the air inside the vortex was cold. What ever could have happened, he knew only the God of rain and water. Destiny wanted that the vortex was created by the collision of air masses of Arctic origin and much milder air masses, settled in the Mediterranean Central. While he was dragged up and drove down in a continuous and never-ending swirl of ascending and descending motions, the molecule of water vapor suffered his second transformation. The incredible thing happened: sublime! The very word strikes fear. But it would be more correct to say that it underwent a process of frost. In fact, the very low temperatures that were on the upper middle of the swirling clouds into ice water without the detour. But how, from gas to solid, so, without even a little liquid refreshment?
It is not that he could ask the neighbors it was in fact tiny pieces of ice supercooled, from the Arctic regions, who spoke in guttural sounds dry and short, absolutely incomprehensible to the poor drop, even the molecule, rather sorry ice crystal originating in the Mediterranean. It was a constant cause of clash, collide with this and with that, apologizing in French and be told in Icelandic, Norwegian find themselves embracing a crystal and then immediately be driven back by a jolt to a soft crystal Naples. In short, absolute chaos!
Our crystal is now understood that the purpose of these violent clashes was to join together more pieces of ice to form a larger shape and pleasing to the eye: the bow snow. And so he decided to surrender to fate and to actively participate in this dance of love between ice particles of all sizes. Immediately found a nice English dendrite, which did not disdain to join. But no time to crown the wedding took place just as it must, that a crude prism Frisian merged with the couple turning a delicate engagement in a crowded barbaric and uncivilized. So much so that they reached other crystals, hexagonal plates, prisms, dendrites, grains of ice. By now it was no longer a family, had become a clan! And so was born the snowflake that he found himself, against his will, to participate in the barbaric raid described above. As soon as he found on the vortex its way a mountain range, the storm began, the blizzard, the storm, the ice storm, the cyclone that devastated the mountain village for a few hours. And now here he was, our snowflake, and become indistinguishable amalgamated with another hundred pieces of ice, of all ethnicities and all forms. But already the sun is coming out, the warm Mediterranean sun, and already our snowflake starts feeling himself again. A new force is detached from the barbarian clan and again this is about to begin its journey to the sea.
Aldo Meschiari
