There were so many of these whirling around in the air during the storm few evenings ago. I curiously tried to identify their source, from what tree or bush the playful wind had unpinned and then, scattered them around. But I could not see - and it did not matter.
For as they spun dervish-like, they resembled snowflakes-and it momentarily and bizarrely appeared that it was snowing during summer. And then, one of them absently drifted into our balcony…and stayed put on the floor, not melting. I picked and brought it inside. And there it was: both a gift and souvenir from a summer storm.