My boyfriend and I drove late last night in the middle of a snowstorm. It had been snowing for 8 hours before we ever got on the road, and we had to go 25 mph and sometimes less because it was hard to see the road which was completely white and the snow was drifting from farm fields. Thanks to his careful driving we did not go into a ditch, but it did take 3 hours to get home when it would have normally taken us an hour.

It was something that brought us together. We worked as a team. I kept the heat at the right point so the windshield was unclouded and stuck my head out the window every now and then to make sure where the road was. Because of the blowing, the interstate signs were also covered so my job became to gauge our progress and look for our exit.

Although it was a kinda dumb thing to do, it was kinda fun to feel so alone in the white swirling world and struggling together to reach a goal. Sometimes when I imagine what the world in the next ice age due to climate change would be like, it seems much like what I experienced last night. What gives me a feeling of security and mild tenacity is that I know I would survive, and survive well.