Day three...still going!

Driving at night in the snow

you imagine you're a space-ship,
stars flying through headlights
as you tempt the accelerator,
foot shaking the clutch.
The road's a slippery wolf
under a sheepskin blanket
but you know the stories.

The world stretches dark echoes
magnified by frictionless vertigo
and you can see your heartbeat
pulsate the blurred windscreen wipers.
There's something unsettling to
silence of whirling flakes,
the absolute loneliness of a
world of white.