Wind From the South

"I'll get the tractor."

That's what my little brother said, indifferently, when my sister slammed on the brakes to avoid barreling into a two-foot high, seven-foot wide snow drift that had magically amassed itself while we were gone.

It had not snowed at all. This massive drift was completely assembled by the turbulent wind, which is still throwing snow around outside, vehemently, with the addition of freezing rain.

I know I am in rural Iowa in the middle of winter when it takes my brother in a tractor to just get to the door.