I watch as they slowly drift downward, not resting until their white cloaks fall upon the idly waiting.
I follow the familiar routes, winding my vehicle through full corridors
until I retreat back to the warmth of shelter
behind contented glass.
Daylight departs but roads must still be travelled
despite icy complaints
and scraping frenzies.
Returning at the end of day to the door to warmth,
I peaceably let the coolness of winter melt in my glove.