Jan 19, 2009 01:32
I put on my shoes in the mud room and run to my '97 Mazda Protege in the driveway. I start it and unlock the backdoor and lock the front. It is my way of starting my car without really worrying about someone stealing it. I close the doors and run back in to the warm house. While it begins to warm up I patiently wait in the mudroom and watch my car sit still.
I admire my surroundings.
The snow blankets the entire street - on top of cars, roofs, driveways, snow hills on front yards and streets ... I always liked the look of snow. ☃ I wish I could say the same about driving in it.
Anyways, I run to my car and and drive out in to the snow plowed streets but I still do not see the pavement. It remains slippery like I am skating on ice. I finally get to the main roads and all I see are flashing lights from one street to the next. When the city sleeps, there is plenty work to be had - snow plows plowing, salt trucks salting the icy streets, and cops pulling over traffic offenders for fun. I don't see this much action in the day. I feel like there is a party on the street with all the flashing lights.
I give thanks to the hard workers who work late hours to remove snow. I know I couldn't work in the Toronto cold conditions - it is utterly freezing. Thank you for making the roads safer for drivers like me who do not have winter tires.
The main roads are cleared up pretty quickly but I feel the city of Toronto can do a better job on side streets. I give them a ✩✩✩ of ✩✩✩✩✩ in that category because my street is pretty slippery.
Goodnight Toronto and thank you night workers,
- Liza Mae
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