Well, winter is finally upon us!

Although I was hoping to make it to Christmas without snow, it seems that this will not be possible. After all, there is like . . . a million feet of snow out there. (Ok. That's an exaggeration. Maybe like half a million.)

BUT I did it. I drove in it all by myself today. I had to be to work early this morning, and planned to give myself a few extra minutes because it had snowed yesterday.

As soon as I walked out of my apartment, I was grateful for the extra time. It had continued to snow throughout the night, and the snow was piled high!

I quickly ran back into the house to change into my (even more wonderful than I thought) snow boots.

I wiped most of the snow off the car windows (should have done more) and drove to work, where Novell had yet to plow the parking lot. I did my best to park, and made it inside on time.

Even with this success under my belt, I'm still a little terrified of driving in the snow. I'm definitely one of those annoying slow snow drivers, going a few miles under the speed limit. (Not too slow! I recognize the danger of that, as well.)

You know, driving in the snow kind of makes me feel like the first time my dad took me onto the highway on his motorcycle. I felt so alive. And by felt so alive, I mean, I felt like death was super close--one wrong move on my part, or another car, or my dad, and BAM--I'd hit the concrete, and good-bye Karen!

The difference between that experience and driving in the snow is that when I'm driving, I'm driving. I'm in control. As vulnerable as I felt on that motorcycle, I knew my dad would take care of me, and that he was driving a little extra safely for my sake. Behind the wheel in the snow, not only is my life in my small hands, any pedestrians'/drivers'/passengers'/cars' lives are in my hands as well. I can't just sit by and enjoy the ride.

Anyway, I'll get pictures of the snow soon. Right now, it is really pretty snow. Soft and powdery. Not too cold.

The world is white! And I am driving in it.

Disclaimer: "White" is referring to the snow. Although I am in Provo, I am not intentionally making a racial reference. But it's pretty true. Provo is pretty white. My sentence just kind of worked out racist-ly. My apologies to any who are offended by it.