My hands gripped the wheel, my knuckles going white as I put my foot on the break, trying to slow down slowly enough that I didn't skid in the snow as I peered through the wall of white. "Come on" I whisper trying to see the stop light I knew had to be just a head. "I'm nearly there. Come on." Just another mile and I would be able to be safely home out of this crazy blizzard. I just needed to find the--"HA!" I grin, finally spotting the twin beams of red through the darkness. There was the light I needed to turn left at. Home. Here I come. 

-Inspiration from driving in a blizzard.