Snow falling past a streetlight in the dark is an impressive sight.
I was on my way to North Carolina this morning. I woke up to temperatures in the low 20's. An hour or two on two-lane Ohio farm roads kept me sweating, though. Beautiful, but terrifying.
Oh, if I'd had a sports car! A motorcycle would have been fun, too, if I were into them. And if I liked bundling up.
(If you like such things, Ohio State Highway 94 is a lovely drive, in a smaller vehicle than mine...)
Then an urgent call. Scary. But it turned out to be good news, oddly enough. I was sent to another rendezvous, to trade trailers with another driver. And this time I was headed straight home!
Which, I suppose, is why Southern Kentucky got hit with snow. And sleet. And freezing rain. And more snow.
It's a proper Southern snow, too. Wet and mushy and slushy, half-melted even as it falls. Which means if it gets cold overnight, we get thick crunchy foamed ice. Even Yankees can have trouble in Southern snow. It's not all our fault.
I have no idea what tomorrow will be like. But it's sure pretty tonight.
(03/13/09--I did make it home. The roads weren't even bad. Let us be merry...)
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