There is a little known, not so much talked about Archangel, named Fred "Icicles" Jackson.

Born, raised, and died, almost 6,000 years ago in the frozen Tundra, but 6,000 years ago, the Tundra wasn't frozen. That came about only because Fred has a special power after he reached the pearly gates and with a simple touch, he could freeze anything.

Needless to say, he doesn't come into close contact with the other Archangels. Last thing that needs to happen is if he touched their wings where they couldn't flap. The same thing applied to all the other souls that walked a wide berth of him. It wouldn't do to have millions of souls frozen in their tracks.

But God saw a plan for him as he had decided to create seasons, four of them to let those on earth know when the changes would come. For the longest time, God had planned to call the seasons, Spruce, Sunny, Later and Cold, but after some conversation with "Icicles" (God loved that nickname), he changed his mind and came up with instead, Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter.

However, God had "Icicles" promise not to send tons of ice on the people.

"Icicles" came up with an idea and after testing it for several months in the frozen Tundra, he was ready. Instead of huge chunks of ice, he managed to granulate them into small droplets that were light to the touch, and still have that icy feel. "Icicles" even managed to have it set that when they fell from Heaven, the droplets would form and join together creating a blanket effect that pleased him very much. What pleased him even more is when night would fall, the snow would become colder and freeze somewhat.

That's the story but in case you didn't know, here is a little-known fact for you. The long jagged frozen spikes that hang from trees or gutters on a home were named after Fred. How this happened is easy. On a darkened night when people slept, he would fly into their homes and whisper the name in multiple languages. In three days', time (nights), Fred traveled to over a thousand places and left his mark upon the world.

God was so pleased that he made Fred the caretaker of winter.

Once upon a time there was a young nature goddess who kept the weather and seasons in check. She was great at her job. She helps the people grow crops, stop famine and turn barren areas of the world green. With her powers over nature and its seasons she was able to do so much and she wanted to spread her influence to help more people so when she had a daughter she wanted the best for her. She wanted her daughter to grow up and help her people same as her mother but the baby fell very ill and all the power in the world couldn't help the child. In the end, the child passed away. This caused the goddess to fall into a deep depression whilst she was away from her duties. The weather changed and became harsh causing winter and snow. After months of grief she decided to come back to the world but every year around the anniversary of her child's death she goes back to her depressed state causing winter every year.

Oh, dear babe –

how cold the world is now!

Can you bother yourself to believe

that the sun once shone?

That water dripped from the clouds above?

The ground was a vibrant, lush greenery –

oh, how the dew-laden blades glided across my bare feet!

There was a Summer!

Spring and Fall were not to be forgotten either!

The earth was not as dull and drab as it is now.

And I blame the rotten karma –

Nature’s curse upon us all!

Her disdain for our ignorance has dimmed her once bountiful kingdom;

and now,

forevermore she cries in flakes of iciness.

A bitter abandonment -

a Winter’s season new to come upon us as we know not what to expect.

For what are these tender specks of milky tears

falling down in a death-like frost?

I hear her whisper;

I hear that echo pass along our trail as we travel in search of warmth and sun.

Shivers chance my flesh;

her saddened voice piercing me like this oncoming Winter’s breath –

and I stand in tune,

as if Mother Earth were speaking to of only myself,

and she bellows angrily –

“Tis Snow.”

And this wonder that first brought amazement,

disrupts our survival –

biting at us in an angry rush of harsh atonement for our insensitive obliviousness.

For Nature will not loosen its grip –

and forever are we entrapped

in her little snowglobe.

Snomenia was a sky goddess. Her mother was Raimenia and her father Thundimae, the sky king. Her brother, the sky prince, Lightnymis, was always stealing her shampoo. That was a problem, because Snomenia had a big dandruff problem. Her scalp was as dry as the Sahara Desert, and the only thing that helped was her special dandruff shampoo that her brother always stole!

During ball season, when Snomenia and her mother would go to many balls together, Snomenia would need to shake her head upside down, letting all of the dandruff fall out of her luscious hair. The Earth below would get showered with Snomenia's dandruff.

Now, I'm sure if the inhabitants of Earth knew that what they call 'snow' was actually Snomenia's dandruff, they wouldn't be so fond of it. But we won't tell them... right?

"everyone" thinks

immediately

of the garden

of summer

as a priori

in Creation

but snow was "first"

after the word (". . . ")

the dark, and the lamp

like canvas

like porcelain

like conscience

like paper

like idea

thin fragile disintegration

making way for the force of Nature

06.01.2023

Myth: Snow challenge @Ola_8