Drives in the Snow
I am about six or seven years old. I am sitting in the back of my Dad’s dark blue sedan, with the light blue, velvety interior. It is snowing outside. I tilt my head back to look at the snow falling from the white sky.. It’s coming down pretty hard. I can see individual flakes land on the glass and for a brief moment I see the miracle that they are. I imagine that I am on a magic mountain top with fairies and gnomes. The only sound in the world is the windshield wipers swishing back and forth. The world outside is quiet. I feel so very safe. I am seventeen years old. I am a relatively new driver. It’s a rainy/icy kind of snow coming down outside. I am attempting to drive my friend home. It’s not a long drive but on this night it is treacherous. My parents had bought a fixer-upper house this year and bought the car I am driving for the sole purpose of bringing things to the dump. During the week, it’s my car to drive to school, and to use when I go o
