Good morning Winter
~
He took out a blue can and sprayed the contents onto the windscreen,
Dissapearing for a second into the glove compartement,
He returned with an expensive ice scraper and a cloth,
A few effortless scrapes,
And a few polishing wipes later,
The glass was clear,
Reflecting the clear blue sky,
He started his car and drove away,
Past me,
Hacking away with half a CD case,
And muttering.
mike
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