Old Jim Knows
It was a bone chilling evening on March 8th as Ashlee left her sisters apartment. Temperatures were reaching a blistering –29C, not including the wind chill. The high way home was sure to be menacing with ice patches around each bend. Despite there being a soft snowfall fluttering lightly towards her windshield as she accelerated onto the high way, she knew not to be misled by the beauty of it all. The roads held danger underneath it’s airy white blanket.
