I was by myself driving down the canyon in a blizzard. The only thing visible, other than white streaking flakes, is the faded blinking brake lights of the car in front of you. Put in my favorite applicable band to the scenario and turned it up really loud. A little gripped from the terrible roads, but insisting on singing as loud as possible and being very energetic, despite the mph being somewhere in the 5-15 range. Being happy that you're in the canyon, no phone reception, no one to bother you, but having a small desire to have someone in the car to share this good time with. The wipers clean the glass for a brief second, giving you a small window of whats ahead, then they're pasted again.
I like these moments.
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