The Uphill Slide

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Up Before Dawn


A couple of days ago I tried to make a date with a friend for today. “Oh, no,” she exclaimed. They’re predicting a big snowstorm.

Last night she called to check on us. Did we drive our fortnightly trip to Bedford? She was afraid we might wreck or be holed up in a motel. But Cary sped ahead of the snow back to Pittsburgh and went to bed almost immediately reminding me of her 6 AM work start. That ubiquitous badger in my head said I would be getting up too.

It was a pure white wonder lit by streetlights and then my headlights. We were the few awake in a sleeping world. Unplowed roads and unshoveled sidewalks with only a few tracks to follow. Snowflakes in the headlights.

A few hours later the purity of pre-dawn was black and blue from tires and chemicals.

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