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So, I was making a trip home. The road was clear, but the sky was gray. At the border, I was pulled over, but it was so cold the guards let me go without searching for anything. In a new country, the road was still clear, but the sky had come down to the ground. Ahead of me, I couldn't see anything but gray. I drove into it. The winds were high, snow obscured everything. I could barely see the car in front of me - buut its taillights were my guide. The road had vanished. We were diverted off the highway to a country sideroad that was equally impossible to drive on. I had no idea where I was. Oncoming traffic made it worse - you couldn't see them till the last minute, and they kicked up more snow. The wind was arctically cold and fierce, whipping across fields and over the road. I feared losing my way. I wasn't dressed for this kind of weather - if I went into a ditch, I'd be in mucho trouble. There was nowhere to pull over, and I couldn't stop because the guy behind me would hit me. Two hours of this. Finally, I saw a restaurant that was open - went in, had a coffee, figured out where I was. When I came out, the sky had cleared, the snow had stopped, the sun was bright. If there hadn't been snow on the ground, I'd have thought I dreamt the whole ordeal. I headed home, and got there just in time to go to a performance of Messiah with my family.
This is not an allegory.
Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays everyone!