A Slow Ride Home
The parking lot was covered by an expanse of flawless white: smooth and powdery, like finely sifted flour. As I walked, the falling snow moistened and turned to sleet, patting down in liquid whispers. My car shuddered and slid a bit on the way out -- then settled in for a slow ride home.
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