Abrasive Winter
The wintery mix arrived in a swirl of huffs and theatrical spurts of ice and snow.
Townspeople stayed inside for two days, fearful of dreaded black ice, a horrible killer of youth. The highway patrol closed the interstate, making driving even more tricky and hazardous. It is Kansas in February, keeping us on our toes, in warm fuzzy socks, giant puffy slippers, and comfortable snow boots.
abrasive winter
terrible wintery mix
hazardous driving
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