The snow fell steadily and thick through the night, making the dawn less of a rising of the sun and more of a gradual lightening from black to a powdery gray-white that faded into a insubstantial flurry.
It was a snow day if ever there was one.
The snow piled up against doors and windows. It buried cars and made roads a slippery mess.
He watched the flakes fall and sighed. It would be the perfect day to stay warm and cozy inside with a mug of cocoa. He could use the break.
But someone had to drive the plow.

“Snow Road” by quinet is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

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