This is a picture I did not take
of a woman in a snow squall on the side of a highway in Alabama, crouching like a 2nd baseman on a 3-2 pitch beside her black Mercedes, her hands out in front of her at the ready, knees bent, head alternating between looking at the ground as if trying to compose herself, and staring straight ahead into the squall as if there was something to see out there in front of her, something she'd been expecting, and now, at this moment, that something had driven her to pull over to the side of the road and stare it down, while crouching in her black pants, black jacket, and black hat beside her black car, crouching like a 2nd baseman, snow blowing cold and crazed traffic flying past while she stared straight ahead into the wind.