The North Wind doth blow

I left the office at five o'clock and an hour later I had travelled less than five miles. The rain turned to large, wet flakes of snow by the time I reached the M42. Driving through the blizzard was a little like being in the Millenium Falcon jumping into hyperspace, except that the Millenium Falcon was going considerably faster than the 40 miles per hour or so that I was doing. I eventually got home at a little after eight.