Staring blankly through a crystallized windshield, Adam was almost exclusively guided by the memories he had of this familiar road which had been tattooed on his brain by a smoldering brand of repetition. The winter was like a balloon during its last moments. Draining everything so painfully slow, nobody could notice what had happened until it was too late. The landscape was painted a sickening pale hue, no color was in accordance with it, I guess you could call it white if you had to pick one. The fringes of the road were unsightly, nobody ever looked at them. The ground had seemingly rose up there and spread its filth throughout the sanctity of the snow, jealous because of the spectacle it was making, and determined for revenge. All these atrocities passed into Adams eye, he trapped them, mourned, and savored them there. Exactly like a hungry monarch gazing upon an endless expanse of rolling green hills that reach the edges of forever. A magnificent kingdom! all his. The snow was a welcome blessing, it elevated the lay of the land and brought him that much closer to Heaven or the constellations. How could something so pure He had lived in Mercer all his life and travelled this tributary of the main road, eventually leading to the school, many times since he was 6 years old. Time had piled up and he was now 17. Firmly equipped with a driver's license that bestowed upon him the right to continue on with the madness of navigating the icy, winter roads in excess of 70 miles per hour. Strangely, his focus was divided more towards the baren fields outlined by a forest of naked trees, than towards the road he was careening down. The fields were an eerie place in the morning hours, a whitewashed ocean of snow, a place where ghosts would regularly materialize without appearing out of place. Suddenly, a brilliant glimmer of of red light shimmered in the cracks of the window trying desperately to reach Adam's gaze. He noticed it at once, but...