Snow falling in big white flakes landing gentle as feathers burying the road faster than plows can clear Three inches deep when the teenager with his first car takes a quick turn the back goes out, fishtails but he gets it straight again Heart beating with the thrill such winter fun deliberate at the next turn with less fear, faster and faster Pushing it now into the wide turn from Myrtle onto 12th catching the light in time as it changes from green to red wipers swipe up and clear the view tires lose their grip and can’t find more too much this time as the car spins crunching against the savior snowbank A stranger saw and tells him, “Someone up there likes you” as a big white feather flake falls and melts on his shaking hand
It's fun when it's done on purpose! Despite my best efforts roundabouts often get me by surprised.