We were out of town yesterday, purchasing a new vehicle.
When we left to return home, it was raining. In a split second, not halfway home, ice pellets were flying at us seemingly from all directions. Minutes later, the ice pellets turned to snow, erasing the road in front of us.
There was nowhere to pull over, no way to turn around. So we inched ahead, holding our breath each time a tractor trailer blew by.
It was twenty minutes that felt like twenty hours.
And such a relief to arrive home.