Blizzard Conditions

This winter has brought a lot of snow and a lot of ice and the streets near my house are like an obstacle course. As I try to navigate them my tires fall into deep ruts made from icy layers.

I feel as if I am driving a bumper car.

My commute mimics my heart. It is old and layered with the icy ruins of relationships gone bad. The road to it has become an obstacle course for anyone that dares approach it.

I wonder when Spring breaks if love will course through my veins, or will bumper cars again just be passing in the night.