I awakened to a fresh blanket of pristine snow. The sun was peeking out behind a grey cloud, birds were chirping, and shadows were cast. The lawn was pure white, unmarred by any trafficking. I walked slowly toward the car but could not cross the small mounds of snow and large areas of puddled water. The only way to reach the car was by imprinting the snow. Gingerly, I walked realizing I should have worn boots. With a slight pang of sadness for the snowprints on the sidewalk that disturbed the snow art, I accessed my car.
While thinking that the day would start with a beautiful drive, I buckled my seatbelt and started off into town. Suddenly, a swooshing sound rumbled loudly and startled me. Within an instant, a rush of rooftop snow fell across my window and blinded my view. Recalling an accident I had months ago, I held on tight to the wheel. The rumble tumble of snow may have only lasted a few seconds but it was enough to panic me. I never had a whole cartop of snow fall down my window while I was driving. It was a blessing that the car did not swerve or that another car was not ahead.
Nature played a trick on me but I was not laughing. Within a few minutes, I was back to enjoying the drive and seeing how the snow patterned itself along the way. My viewing went from as pure as the driven snow scene to a dirty snow look. As I walked into the physical therapy building, I wondered if the weather would change and the snow would melt as quickly as it came. Another quirky winter day had just started.
I am now ready to join the March 12th Annual Slice of Life Story Challenge Day 5 created by Two Writing Teachers.