Roll through slowly

The snow was coming down real hard tonight, not hard in the sense of thick but hard in the sense that the wind was just whipping it and beating it down, not horizontal exactly like in real serious blizzards but crazy down like because the flakes were so light and wispy you could just do whatever you wanted to them and this wind seemed to want to really spin them around up and all over the place, to really teach them a lesson before it was their time to self destruct, splat smash with all the others on the sharp uneven cover with the blades of grass sticking out in places, cold personified. And slick was back all over the roads this evening after the sun's shine had chased it away for a few hours in the afternoon when the slate gray layers burned off a little and even the pellets themselves softened their tone. This was real slick, not that heavy rainstorm slick or new powdersnow slick but that angry black-ice and repacked-remelted granular slick, the kind of slick where when you try to start from a stop at the intersection and you think everything's going well with your front wheels spinning along but then you realize you're not moving anywhere because your ass end with its useless dead stick axle is sliding slowly out to one side, just teasing you, and you jam on the gas harder because you're so pissed and then you smell the burning coming into the cab from both sides and you sigh. The trick is to roll through the stop signs slowly, looking around cautiously starting from eight or ten lengths back so you can at least try to stop in time to prevent a smash, but of course that brings on a whole slew of other problems you'd rather avoid like where's the ditch aw shit it's right-here. You're only going ten or fifteen so it's not like it's the end of the world but it still sucks when you're face-down or right-side-down in the steaze or planted into some poor lady's driver side trying to pretend like you were stopping from all the way back and this whole thing was her fault. If you're in town you can cheat a little...you just dip for a second into the shoulder-spots where people parked their cars during the early part of the snowfall and then realized they had to move them cause of the emergency being called and that extra little bit of traction you get from the unpacked, unwarmed pavement makes all the difference. Clutchtown griptown we call it owing to the way your wheels clutch and grip the blacktop if you drive right when you're in town during a squallstorm. Regardless though it's best to be inside on a life in your own hands kind of night like tonight. Or if you have to have it both ways you can crunch around on the forementioned grass, maybe roll some snowballs and see if you can get it to the point where when you roll a little patch of snow it grows and grows and takes all the snow in its way with it so it ends up just leaving a trail of bare dead grass behind it, like it doesn't know how to stop growing and sticking, like a giant velcro cancer ball you might call it. Blue moon style event when there's that kind of slick on the roads and that kind of stick on the grass. Shame, shame.