Snow...Licky Boom Down Down

There is snow on the ground. Flakes dropping with a consistency normally reserved for places further north than here. It’s a brisk, calm pretty through the glass of my window. But it’s a mirage of what is real. The truth is a city with Thoreau’s quiet desperation. Bread, milk and eggs pilfered from every store shelf. The white canvas contrasts with the dirty, slushy gray of tire filth on asphalt. Crushed metal on metal resultant of ignorance that was not bliss; people simply have no concept of what it means to drive in imperfect conditions. It’s as if snow is a heavenly pharmaceutical- a dumb ass Viagra. Winter in Louisville is like this.