Today was one of the endless days of winter, that just seemed to go on and on and on. I had to drive my daughter, Kirsten, to her violin lesson; we were late. It was slow going, and the driving was intense. So, we were definitely not in the best of moods. The snow banks were so high that they topped the van in places, visibility was extremely poor, and the snow was encroaching on the road, making our two lanes more like one and a half. Inside the van our back windows were frosted, and the heaters just couldn’t keep up. Needless to say, I was miserable and grumpy.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that we’d missed three lessons already, due to sickness, weather and vacation, we might have opted out of this lesson. I would have. However, my daughter really wanted to go; she said she needed to play her solo and get feedback. (She’s getting ready for NYSSMA, a music competition)
Suddenly, in the oncoming lane, appearing out of nowhere, we saw a Honda van just like ours. It was mired forlornly in the snowbank, its flashers blinking eerily in the fading twilight. We peered through the late afternoon gloominess and shook our heads. “Gosh, Mom. I feel so sorry for them,” my daughter said.
“Me too, honey,” I replied.
We were silent, each lost in our own thoughts, until my daughter exclaimed, “Look! There’s a plow coming towards us!” Sure enough, it was one of the behemoth plows, and it had both wicked-looking blades fully extended, attempting to scrape and push aside as much snow as possible.
“God help that van,” I said. “It’s a sitting duck.” Helpless to alert the plow, we listened with bated breath, our hearts pounding. Silence. No sounds. Were we too far away to hear a crash?
Luck must have been with everyone that afternoon, however, because we never heard any news of an accident.
So, thank you to the plowmen that work the roads tirelessly, from the wee hours of the early morning to the dark and dangerous hours of nighttime. Thank you for helping to keep them safe. Most of all, thank you for being alert; looking out for us poor souls who are at the mercy of your powerful, frightening, unforgiving, monstrous, blades.