Today, while stuck spinning out on a ridiculously steep incline a mere quarter mile from my school (for over half an hour until the plow truck salted the road. Yes I said "OVER HALF AN HOUR." Stuck. In my car. Trapped there because I had spun my last spin in front of some poor sap's driveway and couldn't abandon my car in front of their only access to the road/ice slide while I took the treacherous hike up to the school). Anyway, while stuck, I thought to myself how snow is sort of like a Hollywood actress. Oh, at surface value she is beautiful. Pristine. Her mere appearance makes the world quiet and lovely and soft. But beneath the perfect veneer lies an iciness that could rival Cruella De Vil. Yes, snow might look pretty, but deep down it's a B!T@#!
7 comments:
You must go to New York and write. This is so descriptive and you are so good. Or just write and submit your work to the New Yorker or somewhere? Please!! I need you to get into a six-figure income for my sake. You can continue to teach, but your writing should be published.
Mother
You're not bitter or anything, are you?
Yes, well said. I totally agree, the only thing that can make her any wose is the windchill!
That is scary. Did you hurt your pretty new car?
SNOW, is one cold hearted fish.
I think snow is so pretty from inside our warm houses. I hate getting stuck in the snow! It seems like it always happens when your in a hurry or really need to be somewhere.
By the way I love all your Holiday decor! I am excited to come down and hang out tonight.
Here in Ohio today, I feel your pain. I love your metaphor. Perfect!
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