White out

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At Eden Mills Presbyterian Church this afternoon on the way home


Talk about getting led around by the dick. I was crazy driving to Campbellville last night, but didn't feel like spending a blustery night alone. I bundled up and carried garbage down to the curb. Streamers and maelstroms churned under streetlights, strewing recycling bags across York Road. A car edged past, tires crunching.

I scraped off the Sunfire and headed into the night. On CBC, Angela Cheng and two other musicians began Schubert's Trio Number One, bright music to keep me alert.

Essex County where I grew up is flat. Roads run straight to the horizon. Snow flies unimpeded. Guelph's woods and low hills offer shelter, but in the dark countryside I strained to remember every curve of the way. Victoria Road had dark tracks, but on Sideroad 20 both path and air turned to smudgy white darkness.

I stopped and got out to clean the wiper blades. A car slowed with its passenger window down to ask if I needed help.

On Guelph Line, the road became more visible, and the rest passed quickly. I don't even remember passing the traffic light in Brookville. The final chords of Schubert's trio sounded as I pulled into Scott and Iain's driveway.








Another image is posted in doorwindowwall.

A different image is also posted in doorwindowwall.

A different image is posted in texture.

And here's a direct link to my short story broadcast on 1001 Nights Cast earlier today.