The snow was fresh. It had started to fall last night and didn't stop until just under an hour ago. Even though it was already November 30th, I believe that winter didn't start until this day. Snow had made it official.
My cousin, Corey, was driving me home from his house. I couldn't help but stare in awe at the snow covered trees that flooded the car windows. It was as if we were driving through the December month of one of those beautiful nature calenders you can buy at any drug store. Everything was covered in white and I had this sudden urge to make snow angels.
But snow wasn't the only thing we acquired on my official first day of winter; ice. The roads were iced over. In some places on the road where cars hadn't dared to drive yet, there were mounds of ice and snow mixed. And of course, the road leading to my house was one of those roads.
As the car scraped over the icy snow clump in the road, I could hear Corey whisper, "Oh no! Sorry baby!" I may have mentally asked myself why he cared so much about this beat up car. But that means I'd have to ask myself why he hasn't bought a better one yet, and I came to realize a thing.
He can't afford a better car than this; this is the only car he's got.
He's appreciating what he has because he knows it's the best he can do.
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along came life
Fantasya collection of writing by jerri peterson. the author requests that you do not attempt to connect the chapters in any way, shape, or form - they are not one full story; they are simply her thoughts and ideas written on paper.
