The old truck roared under the strain as it crested the last hill, it’s battered and rusted hull blent into the desolate landscape, just like one more derelict piece of junk left to deteriorate in the windswept plain. In the distance hills rose in a ring around the valley, seemingly within reach, but a full days walk in actuality. As the truck shuttered to a stop, the whistle of the…
Snow
There is something about snow which elicits a strong response in people. Some people find snow exciting, a change from the ordinary. They call their friends in other cities to tell them its snowing. Others find snow a nightmare, another hassle in life that must be dealt with. They call their neighbor down the street to complain about the snow. Location and frequency of snowfall generally dictates the reaction…
