Life can be tough, there's no doubt,
But hope is the thing we can't do without.
But hope is the thing we can't do without.
The snowstorm has decided to blow in sooner than expected, sweeping across Pine Peak and the surrounding towns in a blustering blizzard of dangerous winds and worse temperatures. Even with the heater blasting in his truck and a thick brown jacket on, Zavien can still feel the bite of winter at his cheeks, the windows threatening to fog over as he squints through the snowflakes being smeared away by his windshield wipers. If he had a choice, he'd be home, curled up by the fireplace, coffee or liquor warming his hands and some sappy Christmas movie playing. But alas, as an 'essential worker,' snowstorms don't excuse him from shifts and the rest of the department would like the chance to sleep.
At least he's got a thermos of coffee in the cupholder and Michael Bublé playing on the radio. It's a close second, and he can't be upset when he's got his best friend riding shotgun.
Seeming to hear his thoughts, Sol perks up, his floppy golden ears pointing towards him to earn a doting scratch on the head. The retriever's tail wags, thumping the back of the seat. Zavien chuckles and moves his hands back to the steering wheel, expertly avoiding a massive patch of ice that might have sent less experienced drivers or less capable cars careening off the road.
The thought barely crosses his mind when a large glow of flashing yellow lights peeks through the bleary storm. Narrowing his eyes, Zavien huffs out a breath. "This doesn't look too good, Sol."
A car becomes more visible on the side of the road and he begins to slow. It's unclear whether it slid off, hit a bank of snow, or if something else had stopped the vehicle, but he shakes his head, trying to peer through the fog for signs of someone while he mutters under his breath, "Who in their right mind...?"
Coming to a careful stop behind them, Zavien throws on his hazards and grabs his gloves, donning his ballcap for good measure. Giving Sol another scratch behind the ear, he opens the door. "Wait here."
Cold hits him square in the face, snagging his breath in a cloud of snowflakes just as his boots crunch into the icy road. Shaking his shoulders of the tension trying to build, he shuts the door and makes his way forward to investigate.
At least he's got a thermos of coffee in the cupholder and Michael Bublé playing on the radio. It's a close second, and he can't be upset when he's got his best friend riding shotgun.
Seeming to hear his thoughts, Sol perks up, his floppy golden ears pointing towards him to earn a doting scratch on the head. The retriever's tail wags, thumping the back of the seat. Zavien chuckles and moves his hands back to the steering wheel, expertly avoiding a massive patch of ice that might have sent less experienced drivers or less capable cars careening off the road.
The thought barely crosses his mind when a large glow of flashing yellow lights peeks through the bleary storm. Narrowing his eyes, Zavien huffs out a breath. "This doesn't look too good, Sol."
A car becomes more visible on the side of the road and he begins to slow. It's unclear whether it slid off, hit a bank of snow, or if something else had stopped the vehicle, but he shakes his head, trying to peer through the fog for signs of someone while he mutters under his breath, "Who in their right mind...?"
Coming to a careful stop behind them, Zavien throws on his hazards and grabs his gloves, donning his ballcap for good measure. Giving Sol another scratch behind the ear, he opens the door. "Wait here."
Cold hits him square in the face, snagging his breath in a cloud of snowflakes just as his boots crunch into the icy road. Shaking his shoulders of the tension trying to build, he shuts the door and makes his way forward to investigate.
Zavien
Right things with joy will come about...
In good time.
In good time.
