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Falling into place like random pieces of a crystalline 3D puzzle, the huge snowflakes covered the windshield of my Pontiac Vibe four wheel drive as fast as the wipers removed them. I LOVE this kind of snow! It just does something to my soul.
I am alone at 3 o'clock in the morning; I am the only living thing in sight. I have just driven my son to shovel his girlfriend's driveway in time for her return home from her night job. I admire his concern for her, and I didn't want him to walk over there in the snowstorm; the only two motivations barring an accident strong enough to get my one week post-op body into a car and heading into the night snowstorm!
"This is a blast," I exult to myself as I expertly maneuver the unplowed streets; my tire tracks the only marks on the virgin snow.
This night drive brings back memories of another similar drive long ago, when my son was just a baby. It was 1991 in Grandview, Missouri, just before we moved to Omaha. Leaving work late, it was already dark when I started the long drive home in a different snowstorm.
I always took the shortcut home, Blue River Road; a winding narrow boulevard cutting out a curved ribbon through the woods. Again, I was the road's only occupant. Up ahead, I saw a deer standing in the middle of the road! Not running, not panicked, just standing there minding her own business.
I checked my rearview and seeing no other headlights behind me, I killed my headlights and pulled up about 20 feet away from the deer. She looked at me, I looked at her, and neither of us moved. Suddenly, movement at the side of the road attracted my attention; and I watched, entranced, as seven more deer joined my deer in the road! I was sure my eyes had to be lying to me, but they weren't! For a good ten minutes I sat spellbound, watching the deer ... be deer. I had never seen so many deer and definitely not in this setting.
The spell was shattered when I saw headlights in my rearview mirror, signalling it was time for me to turn on my lights, honk my horn, and intrude on the reverie of the graceful deer in the snow. It was a magical moment never to be forgotten.
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