banged snow

The driver drives slowly and hence the car moves slowly.
Even in the Sunday morning,
where there is not much traffic.
I mean relatively very slow, slower than usual.
As expected or as unexpected,
It snowed again.
The scenery is covered in white.
The snow on the ground has left untouched,
but it will be stomped and shaped by footprints, in most cases, human's shoe-prints,
soon enough.
There has been an accident,
A car accident,
hit and banged on the fence where the three eyed light stands within; the border in between two opposite direction road.
The short little fence is bended, damaged, slightly.
The driver was a man and the passenger was a woman.
It was not an accident that near to any seriousness.
Both of them seem perfectly fine,
standing and waiting in the cold a few steps away from their damaged car
until
A police car came by,
inspected the damaged car and drove to another junction of the road.
and of course, they talked to each other where I hear no voice.
Two other police cars came afterward, three in total.
They discuss again for awhile more, with the policeman who came first.
The two others seem to be no use;
They came and left a few minutes later.
Nevertheless, the first police car left afterwards.
That is why drivers are driving slower than usual.
The untouched snow on the ground is gradually being shaped by shoe-trails.
And the snow flakes started to fall again now,
not the heavy one, however.
This is a short story that I saw and now I type from a window on a very fifth floor.
The man and the woman stayed for awhile,
seems to have some conversation or discussion, you decide.
Moments later, they left too;
walking away from the damaged car.
Heading back to home where they belong,
or perhaps police station.
and now,
the small silver colour damaged car is left alone.