it is cold out. it snowed all day, and they are strongly advising everyone keep off the roads. but where am i? i am driving down the compact snow and ice to the airport, to pick up boy and his friends.

it is rather scary; i am tense. a car has already spun out in front of me, and i am concentrating carefully on the road before me.

originally, i wasn't going to go pick them up, because of the weather. but a call from their ride said that she couldn't make it either, so it was up to me. my friend called it suicidal. i called it love.

i made it to the airport in one piece. it was worth it to see the look on his face.