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Take Control of the Situation

Story ID:7855
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Caldwell ID USA
Year:2012
Person:People
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I was busy yesterday and wrote three stories.
Mike

Take Control of the Situation

The weatherman pointed to the map. “There’s a small system approaching from the west.
For you snow lovers, who have been carving some fresh powder this snowless winter, you might
get your wish. We could see some snow in the Treasure Valley in the morning.” He stared at the
camera and warned, “Your morning commute could be messy. Be careful and have a safe
evening.

“Oh great!” I looked at Ginny. “I thought we made it through the winter without having
to drive on slippery roads.”

Ginny turned to me. “I guess not. You can always work from home if the roads are
bad in the morning.”

“True. I’m lucky to have that.”

The next morning, before the sun rose, Ginny and I stood on the balcony before I
left for work. The ground was bare. “It must have missed us.” Ginny said.

“Looks like it did.” I surveyed the dark sky. “Looks like it’s cloudy. I can’t see the stars.
This wind has a bite to it too. Feels like snow to me.”

The words had barely left my lips when we looked to the west and saw a haze over
the airport. “Here it comes!” Ginny said.

Sure enough, the snow was coming. It created halos around the lights a few miles away.
“I better get going.” I said as I pulled open the patio doors.

I grabbed my bag, put on my shoes, opened the door and peered into a blinding squall
of snow. “Wow! Look at it come down. That was fast.”

Ginny saw me off with a hug, a kiss and a warning to be careful.

I pulled from the parking lot, drove to the street and was on my way. The streets were
clear but they wouldn’t be for long. My headlights lit the big flakes that spun in circles across the
pavement. It was a world of miniature white tornadoes.

“We see snow falling on Caldwell at this time. It should hit Boise soon.” The radio
announcer said.

His co-host said, “I’m looking out the window. There’s big black ominous cloud in the
west. It’s growing bigger as I speak. This is going to be quite a snow.”

I listened to them and felt like a cartoon character with a rain cloud hovering over their
head that follows them everywhere. The announcer saw the cloud over my head.

The snowfall grew heavier. I adjusted my speed for safety. I’ve driven in many
snowstorms back in Nova Scotia. There’s a safe way to drive in them. I worried about those
around me who didn’t. They were the danger to my life that morning.

I listened to the radio announcers talk about the storm headed their way and thought
about the many times in my life when I felt just like that moment. There were storm clouds
hovering over me: the loss of a loved one, a job that ended or a succession of bad fate. I handled
them the same way I did in that storm. I slowed down, became more aware of things around me
and took control of the situation until the storm clouds parted.

Michael T. Smith