When the Winter is still new
And the roads are still dry
Quitting time has come, time to run outside
Breath robbed from your lungs
Elation swapped for surprise
Strange things in the air are pattering your face
Breaking stride, you slow your pace
Lifting your head to look into the ink black sky
Immediate pain as you get a pretty snowflake right in the eye
Yes it is winter, drive careful like and try to not die.