There was no warning, not to me, not to the other drivers. The arctic wind swept across the snow- and ice-covered freeway, picking up my car like so much fresh powder. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late. The car was surprisingly graceful as it spun into the massive snow bank left behind by numerous plows. It was less graceful as it disappeared over the edge.
They say your life is supposed to flash in front of your eyes before you die. They say everything moves slowly when you're in an accident. They are wrong. The only thing I saw was white. It happened so quickly, my brain never had the chance to slow down time.
One moment I am rushing to be home. The next, I was.