Winter Weather Advisory

Is an ominous euphemism

For “It may snow.”

Winter – cold
Weather – snow
Advisory – warning

Beware of snow


Aaaggh


Which is when I usually hear

The beaten dead horse cliches

Zipping around like molecules

“Drive safe”, or “be safe” or

The worst one. “Have a “safe” trip”


That are so worn out

Like bald tires, I say…



Nope, I am going to drive

With reckless abandon

If nothing else, then try

To keep them alert of

Their rhetorical redundancy




Safe is one of those safe words

One can say, when they don’t know

What the fuck else to say

If anyone put in the slightest effort

To wish someone well on a departure

They would leave them with

Have an exciting adventure or

Hope that while you are on the way

To your destination that you get

Closer to your soul and discover your self

In the process of going to Cleveland

Or over that snowy mountain pass



“The point of the journey
Is not to arrive”

“The point of departure
Is not to return”


From Rush’s

“Prime Mover”



Even though every trip

May seem to others

Like redundant work

In a five hundred mile factory

While sitting in an air ride chair

With few bathroom breaks

Each and every one

Is entirely different

From who you speak with

If you can get a quick laugh

Or share a common complaint

To what you listen to on

The new nightly adventure

Music, heavy metal, classical,

Jazz, pop, grunge, standards,

Latin, classic rock, country

Or my new favorite ………….

Nothing at all, save for my thoughts

News, fake, favorite or focused

Audio books, or old time radio



Or just a good song

From Rush’s

“Prime Mover”


“Basic elemental
Instinct to survive
Stirs the higher passions
Thrill to be alive

Alternating currents
In a tidewater surge
Rational resistance
To an unwise urge

Anything can happen…

From the point of conception
To the moment of truth
At the point of surrender
To the burden of proof

From the point of ignition
To the final drive
The point of the journey
Is not to arrive

Anything can happen…

Basic temperamental
Filters on our eyes
Alter our perceptions
Lenses polarize

Alternating currents
Force a show of hands
Rational responses
Force a change of plans

Anything can happen…

From a point on the compass
To magnetic north
The point of the needle
Moving back and forth

From the point of entry
Until the candle is burned
The point of departure
Is not to return

Anything can happen…

I set the wheels in motion
Turn up all the machines
Activate the programs
And run behind the scene

I set the clouds in motion
Turn up light and sound
Activate the window
And watch the world go ’round

From the point of conception
To the moment of truth
At the point of surrender
To the burden of proof

From the point of ignition
To the final drive
The point of a journey
Is not to arrive

Anything can happen…”