And it snows and it snows and it snows. Snows down, down, down, up, up and up. Snow to high heavens. Snow from high heavens. And oh, yes, heavenly would be a good adjective.
It’s been snowing steady since yesterday afternoon– snowing some, snowing lots, snowing steady. I love the stilness of it… the silence of it. I love seeing a car drive down the street, 20 feet from me, and not hearing it. Noises muffled, light diffused… mmm. I feel blessed to get so much winter.
And… I love the white-knucked thrill of that last quarter mile. That the-snow-is-two-feet-high-and-undisturbed rush to two wheel drive, oh-lets-hope, just enough momentum. It’s a delicate mastery. Or a whole lot of luck. Or heavenly-feathered-friends watching over…
My car is white. Top to bottom. It once was gold. It will be gold again, some day, but tonight it’s white and beautiful.
Which leaves two things to do: bust out the shovels, and move it away, or bust out the snow shoes and bust on top. Or, better yet, let’s do both.
mmm yes… silent cars
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I call it … natural selection. The breed of child that will live to pass on its genes is the child who has developoed a sixth sense for detecting the approach of a silent hybrid vehicle of death– or…. the child that looks both ways before crossing. =)