I took this picture last night. I don't know how to explain what it's like to experience such different weather patterns in a mere 40-mile range. I call my house and say, "Yeah, so it's snowing heavily here. I'll be a while." The answer I get back is, "Snow?!" As if they're saying, "Yeah, right!" I understand though. It's only raining in the city and it's about 8 degrees warmer. As a matter of fact, when I do make it home, I agree to walk to the restaurant and all I'm wearing is a light jacket. I can't believe I experience such differences in a matter of one hour.
I'm going 20 miles per hour when, lo and behold, I see a white car sitting horizontally on the freeway blocking both incoming and outgoing traffic. I hit my breaks ever so gently and I still find myself swerving. Ice, ice, baby!
The ice is merciless.
I come really close to making contact with the horizontal car but, thankfully, I don't. I stop in the nick of time.
And then I think I need to take a picture.
People come out of cars and push the horizontal car out of the way. I drive another few miles and then, boom, the snow vanishes.
Dorothy, we're SO not in Kansas anymore!