Writing as Weather

Another universal reminder about the nature of writing…I had to go into St. Albert for an appointment–no biggie, it’s a 1/2 hour drive.

However, coming home was a completely different story. A snowstorm hit the city and left me in white-out conditions. I can’t see more than a car length in front of me, there ‘s no horizon because the sky and ground are the same washed out grey color, thick snow’s falling–pushed sideways by the wind, my back windshield is covered, snow’s blocking the side windo...