Snow turns into slush.
White lines no longer blend in.
Safe to drive again.
When I saw the prompts, I automatically thought of the one winter in Illinois where I was terrified of driving, mainly because I couldn’t see the street lines and when I braked, the car kept moving. We moved in the spring to California. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: slush and blend (ed/s).
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Help from Heaven 
This reminds me one night over thirty years ago when I was rounding a curve in a hilly area of North Carolina as snow was falling. I can honestly say few things are as terrifying as that slipping and sliding feeling of your car when you are in snow.
Happy New Year!
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Happy New Year to You.
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Do you miss the snow? 🙂
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