Blizzard

I drove to Belleville and back this morning, and on the way back stopped in at a carwash and using a magical wand, cleaned my car. It was filthy. It's normally black, but lately it's been a nice salty grey; even the roof.
I'm staring out my window right now, looking at white.
It's snowing rather ferociously. I can barely see the bold blue letters of Rocky Ridge through the wall of blizzard. My car sits just outside my window, covered in snow, and I know that the roads will be wet with salty water ready to coat my car again.
It was a short lived clean, and I suppose I could've checked the weather before investing $4 in soap suds and high pressure water. Still, no regrets.