White races down from the sky,
the ground equivalent to a finish line.
The clouds the beginning.
I watch from the second floor
through an invisible wall.
Authorities remind us the roads are fine,
resulting in business as usual.
Turning the corner of a brick building,
I slip slightly.
Regaining balance I continue the frigid walk
to my car.
Around the curved roads I navigate carefully.
An attempted turn gone wrong they say,
A classic case of distracted driving they say.
No one will ever know what truly happened
but it no longer matters.
I am near the starting line.