--Finding the way home in the fading light is a test of patience when the snow is falling like a blanket crusted with bitter ice.
--The road becomes, a silent wall of white. With not much to guide you , but the tracks of others on the snowy night. Picking out little things, are about all that you can do. And hope that you were right.
--When you finally see the light from your house, you start to breath again. Until you remember you’ve still got one last huddle and then your journey is done.
--So carefully you point for your driveway and hope you’ve got it right. When you reach the end and realize you’ve made it home, you give a little sigh and whisper what a night….
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