I learned tonight that 50 minutes of not moving on a snowy freeway when you are one mile from your exit is my boiling point. Pounding my fist on the seat and head on the steering wheel i prayed angry "why is this happening when im so close to home then the anger turned to pleading, please i don't care how slow just let this line of cars move!"
Two seconds later the car slowly started to move.
Note to self, pleading in a prayer gets a better response than anger.
When I arrived home the trees were beautifully laced with soft white snow and as I gazed at it for a moment it brought a sense of peace and a wish I was strapped in on a mountain somewhere with a boarding buddy.
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