So about three weeks ago I went on a road trip with my soon to be house mates to Virginia. It wasn't that far away, maybe 2 hours. As we're driving we start to see little patches of snow collected here and there. "There's your first snow!" teased my current roommate. I just rolled my eyes and smiled, but unlike what so many people here don't understand is that it really was the first time I had ever seen snow. Luckily the farther north we drove the heavier it got... so finally I actually got to see about 2-3 feet of snow in places. It was an incredible experience, one I genuinely thought was beautiful. I guess it's different when you grow up around it, since I hear so many people griping and groaning about it. But to me, it's incredible. I love it, and I don't mind the cold that comes with it. I really like how it falls softly around my face as I'm walking, sometime's it's annoying and gets into my eyes... but even that I can handle. During the trip to Virginia I had been very good and hadn't fallen once, however, as we were packing up the car to head home guess what I slipped on? Ice. Yep, twisted my shoulder pretty badly too. *shrugs* I expected it to happen.
It's been a rough week, things have been patchy with my roommate and I've been spending way too much time wondering why I do the things I do and to when it'll all be worth it. I can't really explain why I did it, I just felt that I needed to. I packed my bags and grabbed my keys and got in the car, I had checked the weather beforehand and it didn't seem like it'd get too out of hand. The first 10 minutes of driving were fine, little snow flakes falling and immediately melting on my windshield, no big deal. About 2 minutes into driving on the freeway it all changed- the little snow flakes became big, fluffy and hard, they were falling fast and looked as if they were shooting straight at me. The few cars that were still on the road slowed down, as did I, and put on their hazards... so I did too. I drove right behind the treads of a mini van in front of me that seemed to semi know what they were doing. The rest of the right home I spent with my tongue between my teeth praying silently that I get home safely. No one could see the lines in the road anymore and the ice was about 2 inches thick. I drove at a safe distance directly behind cars and tried to stay in a sort-of straight line. I have never before wished to be able to see the road (or at least remember exactly how the road twisted and turned) as I did then. All I could think about was the Carrie Underwood song (probably because I had heard it earlier today) "Jesus take the Wheel". I really can't say I'm a very religious person, but I had that song and my mom's distracted lessons on how to drive on ice... just in case. Luckily the few patches of ice I did drive on were short and few in between, and weren't a problem. Oh! I forgot to mention- I left the university with an empty tank of gas. So that was an adventure... filling up in the snow. I have one word to sum up that particular experience: cold.
So, I'm home now. Equal parts terrified and alive. Earlier today I had mentioned to a friend that I'd like to live somewhere where it snows on a regular basis, I've decided that's still the case... as long as I don't have to drive in the dark, 'cause that was terrifying.
When men were all asleep the snow came flying,
In large white flakes falling on the city brown,
Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying,
Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town;
Deadening, muffling, stifling its murmurs failing;
Lazily and incessantly floating down and down:
Silently sifting and veiling road, roof and railing;
Hiding difference, making unevenness even,
Into angles and crevices softly drifting and sailing...