Tuesday, February 18, 2014

3 times

I scooped and shoveled three times today. I like the sharp cold, the snowflakes like electrons, and the sound of the scoop against the asphalt. I like the piles of fluffy snow and the feel of my muscles shoving the heaps up a snow slope and over, dumping. Restart. I like the cold dark quiet solitude of the work.

I start on the deck, move to the driveway, and turn back to the deck: already covered again. The snow is light white crystals, easy to move. I breathe hard, look back at my work, look back at where I started, and start again. It's snowing hard. 


  1. The best part for a peeper is that you go in and shower after all that shoveling. I mean, I assume.

  2. was that you, upside down, clinging to an icicle with your prehensile toes, rapping on the window?