Dave Wilson, a trucker driving through Western North Dakota saw something one night that inspired this description.
The Battle for the Highway
by Dave Wilson
It was a cold dark lonely night.
Distant light sources beamed straight up, like sentries on guard with shiny lances against the frigid air-filled with crystals of ice.
Like tiny paratroopers, the ice crystals gently floated down to cover the barren roadway.
The occasional passing of vehicles patrolling the road caused the ice crystals to assemble information in the center of the lanes.
As the rising sun began its march across the perimeter of the sky, the crystals solidified their position by donning an armor of ice.
The sun triumphantly turned the wind into an ally and together they mounted a continuous assault that decimated the ranks of the foreboding foe.
By midmorning, the ice had reluctantly retreated and once again the road regained its barren solitude with the exception of an occasional patrol destined for the warmth and security of the