I dreamed I was a snowflake falling through a city at 5am

Not the kind that melts, but one that remembers every rooftop it’s passed over. I landed on a fire escape in a place that smelled like burnt coffee and old wool coats. A woman was standing there, not looking up, just breathing into her hands. I didn’t know if she was waiting for me or just didn’t see me. The sky wasn’t dark anymore—just the color of a glacier under a low sun. I woke up with my fingers numb, like they’d been holding something too fragile to let go.