snow

“What are you doing out in a mess like this? I’m amazed you’re here. Thanks for coming!”

She shouted these words to me while opening the rear door as if the dark morning and heavy snowfall were audibly as loud as their overpowering visual presence.

“Yeah, long ago the light bulb went off in my mind that this thing called Rideshare might as well be named Rescuing in many cases. Sometimes literal rescues, and sometimes figurative rescues.”