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.