As the wind howled, it blew snow hard and fast across the road. She wished her sister would get here. Her boots were more fashion than warmth. Tramping through the drifting snow at 15F was not her idea of fun. The first snow of the season was meant to be soft and beautiful and tonight was anything but.
As she moved closer to the stop sign at the corner, a pale green Jeep Cherokee came around the corner and slowed down. She ran to the driver's side back door and she struggled to get it open.
Her long way home was going to take just a little longer.....
“The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.” — E.E. Cummings
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