We finally turned the car toward Buffalo a little after 3 yesterday afternoon. A steady rain was falling, the sky was heavy and so was the traffic. It took us 90 minutes to go 30 miles, but I kept a white-knuckled grip on both the steering wheel and my holiday cheer.
The storm was tracking from the south, and steady rain and scattered fog was with us all the way. Fortunately it stayed a couple degrees above freezing, even in the Pennsylvania mountains, and traffic then was understandably very sparse. For miles at a time, our hi-beams were the only illumination on the dark, wet road.
Except for the Christmas lights! From Virginia to New York, up mountains, across valleys, in towns, on country roads, and off the side of the interstate, they shined through the storm on the second longest night of the year.
And we arrived safely a little after midnight.
The storm was tracking from the south, and steady rain and scattered fog was with us all the way. Fortunately it stayed a couple degrees above freezing, even in the Pennsylvania mountains, and traffic then was understandably very sparse. For miles at a time, our hi-beams were the only illumination on the dark, wet road.
Except for the Christmas lights! From Virginia to New York, up mountains, across valleys, in towns, on country roads, and off the side of the interstate, they shined through the storm on the second longest night of the year.
And we arrived safely a little after midnight.
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