09-1-4

It was cold tonight. No less that fourteen buses were stranded on Main Street fighting the snow and the ice up the modest climb. It's getting to be two solid weeks of snow. I don't mind it so much but the city grinds to a halt when it snows like this. No one here has snow tires. No one here owns winter boots. The cold and soggy sneakers muddle through the snow and slush, shoulders are hunched, necks stiff and heads afraid to turn as the cold may sneak into and the heat out of tightly zipped jacket necks.