"This time of year is such a magical time, isn't it? You can just picture it in your mind's eye, the way that the clouds cover the sky at night, capturing the light from the people down on the ground, giving the whole world a magical, soft, pleasant glow. You can stand out there, bundled up all nice and warm, and just watch the snow falling. You can picture that snowfall in your mind's eye. Your real eyes can look at whatever they want, because the mental image is so pretty that you don't even need to think about what's in front of you. You can just concentrate on the picture in your mind's eye. Your eyes might even close, at some point, but that's alright. You have permission to close them whenever you want.
"The snow is so light, so soft and fluffy, that you would almost expect each flake to just float there in the air. But even the lightest flakes of snow drift down. They each take a different path, and sometimes it takes some snowflakes longer to drift down than others, because each snowflake is different, just like you're different from anyone else. But every single snowflake eventually drifts down. Every snowflake falls.
"You can picture the snow in your mind, but as it falls, as it drifts down, you find that you want to watch just one snowflake. Just to see if it really does drift all the way down, just to see what path it takes as it gently sinks through the night air. You pick out one snowflake with your eyes, but it's so hard to concentrate on it, there are so many to choose from, each one scattered away by the winds. The scattering makes it so hard to focus on any one thing, as it floats gently, softly, easily past your eyes. You look down, but you just see that all the snowflakes have piled up on the ground in a soft, fluffy cushion of snow.
"And when you think you've followed that snowflake all the way down, now, you pick out another one and follow that one all the way down. You look up higher, because it's easier to pick out the snowflakes against that beautiful, cloudy, soft night sky. And you see so many snowflakes, each one floating down towards you. You follow one with your eyes, following it down, following it down, following it all the way down now. It's so easy to imagine them drifting down, so easy to imagine them sinking down, so easy to imagine them floating gently down to land on the soft, downy snow and lie there.
"And as you realize that you want to keep looking up and following another snowflake down, you also realize that looking up into the swirling, scattered flakes of snow as they float gently on the breeze, as you stand there...it makes you just a little dizzy. You're bundled up, all safe and warm, and it just feels so nice to look up at the sky and watch the snowflakes scatter, drift, float, and fall. Scatter, drift, float, and fall. Scatter. Drift. Float. And...fall.
"That's right. You feel yourself wanting to fall backwards now, wanting to just relax your legs, fall backwards into that warm, fluffy cushion of soft, gentle snow, and just watch while you lie back and relax. It's easier to watch now that you don't have to worry about standing up, now that your muscles can all just relax, and you can watch the snow. You've fallen into the snow, too, just like the snowflakes. You understand now how easy it is just to let everything scatter, the way the snowflakes scatter on the breeze. Your thoughts can just scatter, watching the snowflakes and listening to my voice.
