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.
My heart is still pounding -- glad you are okay. It was a gorgeous snow day. Love your poem as well. You always inspire me with your creativity.ReplyDelete
Clare, I repeated my story to my husband and he said that he also experienced the surge of snow before. He is such a great driver that he takes these weather things in stride. I am glad that I was able to recount the story with a but if suspense. I worked at that. Have a Happy Tuesday.Delete
Snow can be both beautiful and dangerous as you aptly write about here. And your poem at the end was a perfect ending to remind me of the beauty.ReplyDelete
Thanks for dropping by again. I just heard the weather report and we are in for more cold weather but I am traveling to a state conference where the weather could be bitter cold. Stay tuned and stay warm.Delete
I love the way you've set up the contrast between peaceful, serene, untracked snow, and dangerous, unpredictable snow! Thanks for sharing! Happy slicing!ReplyDelete
Thanks, Beth, for visiting my blog tonight. I just read the weather report since I am traveling to a state ed conference where the temps are dipping so much lower than here on Long Island. I guess I will be taking photos and thinking about the cold once again. Have a great week.Delete
Such a vivid scene; I could feel the whoosh of the snow and the stab of fear. It's also lovely, and "Snowfeet" so captivates me.ReplyDelete
Thanks for stopping by. I appreciate your comment. The temperature is dropping significantly as I travel north for a state ed conference. Perhaps that will inspire me to write.Delete