Seeing the "d" light up, I release the break and roll over the tightly packed snow in my driveway.
A right turn out of the driveway and I peer down the road, surprisingly it is pretty clear, at least for this time of morning. I cringe as I turn to inspect our abnormally large mailbox. The eyesore, all my mother's doing. I guess she realized that this was one place she had not yet decorated. She insisted that we have a box of gigantic proportions so her "artistic ability" could be showcased for passer-bys. I relax when I see that the snowplow left it alone again last night. I suppose having the damn thing leveled three times in one winter would be a little much, even for the fine folks at "Ogden Plowing." My mother's decorative stenciling, safe for another day is covered in a layer of snow that will most likely be knocked off when the mail -lady, Edna comes in her little truck to deliver all the junk mail at 11:07. .
I turn my attention back to the road and continue, following between the lines barely visible beneath the snow. I wave at my vice principal as she passes by, huffing and puffing with her ankle weights strapped on and 2 pounders in hand. What a trooper, maybe mom would like those for Christmas. I make a mental note as I roll past the fork in the road glancing at the stop sign that so many people run daily. If only a police officer would sit there and at least scare people into stopping. He might even get to issue a few tickets to those really oblivious drivers that no one really wants on the road anyway. I shake my head in disgust and look down to see if I need gas. I see the big numbers read 25 on my dash as I continue along in the 35 mph speed zone. Hey, better safe than sorry. .
Damn it's hot in my car, maybe it's the four layers of sox on my feet. Maybe it's the fact that I have the climate control set at 90 to battle the wind chill outside. The stale hot air continues to blow on my face making my eyes water and lips dry out.
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