I like to think that we, human beings, are not all that dissimilar to snowflakes, actually. After all, each one of us is, on some level, utterly unique, and yet, remove all the complexities of life and the over-analysis, and, on another, we are all precisely the same: hopeful, flawed, loving, caring, jealous and imperfect; perfectly so. The sooner we understand that, the better for both our species and the wider world we inhabit, snow-covered or otherwise