A moment in white

A night of deep black with puffy white flakes dropping like lazy insects durning a hot summer on the plains. Over and over I drive the same route while smoking green and grinning from ear to ear. The quite is a welcome alternative to the normal maddening sounds of America consumer products transporting around. My mind drifts to other snow filled events that seem to always ring a note of harmony with me. Perhaps it is the rarity of this sight that draws me to this strange pacifist moment. It entangles me with small child like giggles and constant wonder as my rental car tires plow through refreshened white roads. Someone’s giant broom is sweeping the dirt and grim away from the black tared road.

Within the silence that coats me like a nice teflon shield against the outside, there is suddenly a buzzing sound. Annoying in the very volume and tenor of the electronic pulse, it suddenly quiets for a brief moment only to awaken as I skate across a white world. With frantic motions I grasp the offending device and look at it in puzzlement. This does not belong in the domain of now and I simply toss it into the empty passenger seat beside me. Eyes play over the guages as the sudden irratation awakens a heavy foot in rough conditions. As the glowing needle with this magical beam pointing to a recessed section of modern day bakelite edges in a negative direction, the smile of wonderment returns to my face. Nothing shall corrupt this moment…