Last Thursday morning, on my way to my daily adventures, I faced a mini blizzard.
I left my house and noticed a few flurries on the ground, but didn't really think too much about it. I jumped in my car, and started driving. A few miles later, I could see something white and fuzzy in the distance. I wasn't really sure of what it was, so I simply kept driving... The white stuff turned out to be snowflakes blown away by the wind. I started frowning when more and more snowflakes started beating against my windshield. Next thing I knew, I could NOT see anything in front of me. I could not see the road, I could not see any other cars, I could not see where I was going. Pretty scary.
I thought about stopping, but it would have been really dangerous, given that other cars would not have been able to see me. Besides, I had no idea how long this mini blizzard would last. So, I just kept driving... I had no other option, but to keep driving... When I reached the exit I needed to take, the snow stopped. Not a single flake. And the sky... the sky was SO blue, and clear that I was mesmerized and kept staring at it for a minute (it's a good thing that there were only a few cars on the road). I said (screamed):
- "God! I don't get it, I don't understand it. But I love you."
I made it to my destination safely.
According to Wikipedia, I experienced what is called a "whiteout: a weather condition in which visibility and contrast are severely reduced by snow and diffuse lighting from overcast clouds."
Since I clearly ignored ALL the signs of the impending blizzard, I had not option but to:
- stay put (definitely could not turn around)
- step out (fight my winter anxiety)
- keep going (I had no other option)
- finish well (Thank you, God!)
I almost drove around to take a picture of the snow, but that would have just been completely crazy...
EED
I left my house and noticed a few flurries on the ground, but didn't really think too much about it. I jumped in my car, and started driving. A few miles later, I could see something white and fuzzy in the distance. I wasn't really sure of what it was, so I simply kept driving... The white stuff turned out to be snowflakes blown away by the wind. I started frowning when more and more snowflakes started beating against my windshield. Next thing I knew, I could NOT see anything in front of me. I could not see the road, I could not see any other cars, I could not see where I was going. Pretty scary.
I thought about stopping, but it would have been really dangerous, given that other cars would not have been able to see me. Besides, I had no idea how long this mini blizzard would last. So, I just kept driving... I had no other option, but to keep driving... When I reached the exit I needed to take, the snow stopped. Not a single flake. And the sky... the sky was SO blue, and clear that I was mesmerized and kept staring at it for a minute (it's a good thing that there were only a few cars on the road). I said (screamed):
- "God! I don't get it, I don't understand it. But I love you."
I made it to my destination safely.
According to Wikipedia, I experienced what is called a "whiteout: a weather condition in which visibility and contrast are severely reduced by snow and diffuse lighting from overcast clouds."
Since I clearly ignored ALL the signs of the impending blizzard, I had not option but to:
- stay put (definitely could not turn around)
- step out (fight my winter anxiety)
- keep going (I had no other option)
- finish well (Thank you, God!)
I almost drove around to take a picture of the snow, but that would have just been completely crazy...
EED
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