snow tires

snow

Alone, I drove in silence. The car seemed subdued in its hum of snow tires on broken asphalt chunks and ankle deep gleaming potholes. I loved the sound of winter through the car’s hum, the cold rubbing against the hood and the salt and gravel that dotted the undercarriage. I felt like I was in utero.

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