I thought of myself as the navy blue polar bear, trudging through several inches of sticky snow. I did not wear boots--and all the worse--as my toes slowly congealed and became numb. My footsteps crunched as I broke through the pristine white layers, jamming my feet into the cold ground below. I watched where I stepped. Where it was white, it could be slippery. Where the snow met the road, there was unsightly wet brown mush.
When the snow ended, I looked up, blinking as if I had just broken out of a trance. A yellow and white monster rumbled up the road, exuding exhaust and splashing mush. I tucked my nose under my collar as a brief bitter wind trailed in its wake.
