Winter Driving Descriptive Writing
I never did like driving in the winter. I was almost always running late, time just tended to escape me. In the winter, everything required a sluggish attentiveness that I didn’t have the tolerance for. Driving had always been a tranquil and lulling thing for me, up until I hit solid black ice.
I never expected to spin out of control like that and I was so sure that the only way this could end was with my car upside down in the middle of the road. My knuckles were white from gripping the bitter cold leather steering wheel, which felt like ice even on my gloved hands. I could hear my dad in the back of my head, reminding me to very slowly press on my brake.
My car slowed, but it was still trapped in the wrong lane, with traffic heading right …show more content…
It all stopped and I was left to take in the exquisiteness of the morning in front of me. Snowflakes fell and landed on my windshield, losing their form and becoming petite droplets of ice-cold water. The sun peaked through the shadowy grey clouds in the sky, hitting the hood of my car and illuminating the road in front of me. Cars were lined up, people were stopped. I knew they were watching me, all while I was taking in the loveliness of this morning. It distracted me to a point of almost forgetting that there was a semi-truck pummeling towards me, with no ability to halt or even slow down. All I could do was appreciate the beauty of winter, which I had never been able to do before due to my stubborn hatred for cold weather.
As I turned my head back to the left of me, it all came back; the screaming, the crying, the honking of horns and the semi’s brakes still squealing in an attempt to stop himself before he hit me. The headlights seemed to move so slow now. They just seemed to be creeping along like a predator sneaking up on its prey. My weak Subaru was an antelope in a grassy field, being hunted by a lioness who had the task of taking dinner back to her cubs. I could do nothing about the tragedy
I never expected to spin out of control like that and I was so sure that the only way this could end was with my car upside down in the middle of the road. My knuckles were white from gripping the bitter cold leather steering wheel, which felt like ice even on my gloved hands. I could hear my dad in the back of my head, reminding me to very slowly press on my brake.
My car slowed, but it was still trapped in the wrong lane, with traffic heading right …show more content…
It all stopped and I was left to take in the exquisiteness of the morning in front of me. Snowflakes fell and landed on my windshield, losing their form and becoming petite droplets of ice-cold water. The sun peaked through the shadowy grey clouds in the sky, hitting the hood of my car and illuminating the road in front of me. Cars were lined up, people were stopped. I knew they were watching me, all while I was taking in the loveliness of this morning. It distracted me to a point of almost forgetting that there was a semi-truck pummeling towards me, with no ability to halt or even slow down. All I could do was appreciate the beauty of winter, which I had never been able to do before due to my stubborn hatred for cold weather.
As I turned my head back to the left of me, it all came back; the screaming, the crying, the honking of horns and the semi’s brakes still squealing in an attempt to stop himself before he hit me. The headlights seemed to move so slow now. They just seemed to be creeping along like a predator sneaking up on its prey. My weak Subaru was an antelope in a grassy field, being hunted by a lioness who had the task of taking dinner back to her cubs. I could do nothing about the tragedy