The forecast called for a few flurries. A wide ribbon of immaculate snow should not cover the road. The sight of naked branches behind the wire fence is odd enough. A field ripe for harvesting usually greets me instead.
Sudden snowfall is an unwelcome suprise. But then again, what should I expect? Winter looms. Any prediction of precipitation may be suspect. Meteorology, like medicine, is no exact science. If luck favors the prepared, then the best preparation is to expect the possible, however improbable.
Such is the way the ride goes.
the constant acceptance
for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Untrodden #writephoto
and Poets United’s Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Surprise! (posted by Susan)