The view through the windshield was nearly obscured by the falling snow. Thick flakes spun down to be pushed away by the force of the moving car, the wipers shoving the few that made it onto the glass aside. The headlights cut out a path maybe five feet in front of us, the rest was an inky darkness that hosted my imagination.
Tigers, elephants, and tropical birds danced in the dark as my mind took a virtual tour of the many zoos I'd been to. We were playing 20 questions again, my father and I, and I'd yet to narrow down what animal he may have picked.
"Does your animal have four legs?" I asked, and our game continued.
