Winter Blunderland

There’s nothing quite like being the first to drive down a winter road. Everything is so fresh and unspoiled. The snow almost erases all types of civilization streets, sidewalks, all cars pulled into their respective garage, ah serenity! Nature juts out of its white blanket in asymmetrical beauty. The tree glazed with icicles looms over the street, the odd bush dusted in a fine white powder. Yes, there is nothing like a snow-covered winter road and how I love to drive over them and ruin them for everyone else.