Ode to Ice — A Snow Day means A Write Day, Right?

Ode to Ice — A Snow Day means A Write Day, Right?.

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Ode to Ice — A Snow Day means A Write Day, Right?

 My Ode to the last time it Snowed

Being proactive, I tried to get ahead of the snow by effecting an early grocery-store run (Mr. snow wasn’t due ‘til that afternoonImage-ish).

Well, I was starving, so I got on my way—on dry land—and having arrived, I perused the aisles a tad too long.

On my way home, I discovered, too late, that I was descending a snowy hill much too fast. (“Ahhh, %&^*&*^#, I said.”) 

When I pumped the brakes, the Cosmos laughed. 

The curve went right. My car went a swirly left—like it wanted to dance (like Beyoncé).

It headed for a ditch—and a hill of rusty trees.

Those who know where I live will understand how in the midst of my scream, my mind went, well, I guess I’m gonna be here for a while.

In fact, perhaps, this is the last place I’m gonna be!

(At least I had groceries, and candy bars, to satisfy a dying sweet tooth.)

But God is good—even to the stupid and famished. 

The car hit the ditch—and then the hill—with such a funny-ish force—

that it boomeranged right back onto the street again!

And then it stopped! 

Upon which, I had time to thank God, check to see if my candy bars were okay,

and entertain the thought of driving REALLY slowly for the rest of my journey home—above ground.

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(Mannnn, this is good! I’m puttin’ this in a Chapter! A Snow Day means A Write Day! Right?)