Headlights on high beam, defroster on high, radio set even higher to be audible over the defroster, and windshield wipers racing back and forth to keep the view ahead clear.
Rain hits the windshield in hard, fat, drops that explode like miniature water balloons. Wait. What was that? Could it be? Surely not!
It was - a snowflake the size of campaign button hat just the windshield. Followed by another and then another. Until the windshield wipers were leaving watery streaks rather than clear glass behind.
Night pressed in closer of the side windows as the view head tuned into a endless tunnel of white.
Wishing I had thrown a scarf into the car, I thought ahead to bowls of hot soup and logs burning in the fireplace.
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