Last night I got caught driving home in the fast falling snowfall that hit Central Pennsylvania. It was around midnight when I was driving home and there were no plow trucks to speak of, not even on the highway. It was a first for me, driving in this kind of snow. I wasn’t scared, knowing that if I just drove slow and steady I would be ok. On the contrary, I found it kind of exhilarating. It was beautiful. And I had never actually driven on roads covered in snow. I drove in 2nd and 3rd gear the entire way and my 2001 Subaru Legacy was a champ the entire time.
After I arrived home I spent some time wandering around outside listening to the snow hitting the ground and the trees and coating the earth around me. It was the perfect kind of snow. It was the kind of snow that immediately sticks to your coat and skin and hair and eyelashes. It was the kind of snow that makes you want to grab your lover and never let go. It was that kind of snow.