The sounds of the rickety Volvo clanked along through the snowstorm–the dim headlights peered past the first house of the town, lighting a sign that read “Welcome to” with the town name shrouded in a thick coating of t

It’s a beautiful snowy day, actually it’s a snow day. I love when a Monday is a snow day, not just because I don’t love my classes on Monday, but because Mondays are exhausting.

she talks to me about the paper snowflakes she plans to make this weekend, and so i refrain from telling her that my bedroom has been decorated since the day after thanksgiving. 

it was January
you took me to school
we blasted Hozier and I begged you
to stop at the gas station

we bought two cups of coffee
(mine was mostly milk)
and an apple turnover to share

I hardly knew her at all, wasn’t expected to. She was just a kid at the High like anyone else, who had no car. She was sitting stubbornly on a bench, determined to get a ride.

You drove me home that day, January's cold bitter sky above us. You had driven me home before, but that day felt different than all the other days.

Five things to do if your car breaks down in a snowstorm 

By: Sam Kraemer