The snow came down so fast, I went into a house hardly noticing the few flakes, and when I got out the roads were white.
From Cranston St. to Hope St. I saw two fender benders and what looked like a bus and trolley collision. I prayed all the way home that I wouldn’t slide into a parked car or run out of gas, and my prayer was answered.
The snow turned everything into a pen and ink sketch, with splashes of color in the traffic and neon lights.
Happy New Year, and drive slow.