Passengers

A froth of snow crusts the ground, fixing in place the remaining blades of green grass and outlining the metal edges of stop signs. The road weaves wearily through the freshly white washed landscape with its distant, dusted, granite outcroppings. Fellow travelers in blanketed cars whoosh passed chunks of icy snow fly, lambasting the negligent bumper hugger. Warmed by the wheels spin the asphalt seizes its shivering. Weighted wires laden and humming unburden themselves upon frosted windshields with undignified plops and so the momentary beauty of a winter morn passes.