This is a picture I did not take

of a woman in a snow squall on the side of a highway in Alabama, crouching beside her black Mercedes like a 2nd baseman on a 3-2 pitch, 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 thing had driven her to pull over to the side of the road and stare it down in her black pants, black jacket, and black hat, crouching like a 2nd baseman beside her black car, snow blowing cold and crazed traffic flying past while she stares straight ahead into the wind.