There It Is
It drippled down for almost an entire day from low hung thick, dark and dreary clouds. Wet, as it immediately rained upon itself… It came looking almost pre-stained with the salt and sand we throw at it. So quickly becoming the “city snow” I’ve so despised all these years. A mucky annoyance, a bother, a bloody waste of windshield washer.
The first thing I did, the first day I drove a taxi in the snow here in Kingston? I headed to the boatyard. The wide open pre-dawn empty parking lot what better place to test the brakes on CAR 29. Getting the feel of her as we stopped short, engaged the anti-lock system. A bit of a boy came out in me as I spun a few doughnuts, accelerated a decelerated getting a feel for how the old girl might fishtail if I were to accidentally overly high tailed it to pick up the next fair. She felt good in the snow. Afterwards, standing at Amen Corner, the clouds began to softly illuminate the now surprisingly frozen Cataraqui, I began to feel less dreadful, even a little calmer.
Enough of the stuff fell, plopped to get a feel for how tight the city will become. If my experience here over these last two years holds true, there’ll be seemingly never ending growing piles of it over the next three month, plus whatever remaining agony the bitch and her buddy, old man winter decides to tack on after the end of March. Piles that’ll cut the lanes by a quarter; piles I’ll not be able to see up n' over or around as I pull around certain corners or back out of tight driveways… how much will I have to rely on the other drivers, will they look out for me, coming out?
Today, the sun broke through the still drizzling clouds for about a moment. That moment, I sped down Bath towards the prison. There was a myst over the iced over wetlands, the gap in the city at the foot of Armstrong. There’s a wide open field dotted with trees that separates the inmates from the rest of the citizens. Far enough in from the roadway was a fresher looking blanket, still white, untrampled and coated with a sheen of ice from the rain that's been off n on falling. I pointed and said to my fare “hey, that’s kind of pretty, isn’t it?”
As the roads began to dry out, I took CAR 29 in for a wash at the very end of my shift. I stood beside her in the again darkening grey clouded sunset, thinking how tomorrow will be another day in the snow. Another day in a string that will most likely stretch for a while, the first day of the next year. CAR 29 and I will greet this day fresh, clean and gleaming… I’ll make sure to get the opportunity to drive by the patch out by by the prisoners… Driving a taxi cab in the snow? I won’t be as easy, but I'm pretty certain, at any given moment, it will be very very pretty.