The thermometer was reading 12 degrees Fahrenheit, and I had been almost sleep-driving
through the sharp corners of Hwy 50. By end of the fourth night after the first three
with not so much of sleep, I might have been desperately hoping for compensation. But
nature can care less about your daily life, trivial grievances, or little wishes. Hopeful
signs in the skies slowly vanished, straightening the groggy and wishful mind of mine.
An hour later I was still there, nearly frozen, but with a faint smile.