On Saturday and Sunday we got over two feet of snow in our little town. Everything was covered in clean whiteness. Our car looked like a giant marshmallow. Most of the snow is still here, although some of it has melted. On Monday morning I shoveled a path down our steps to the street. It was a meditative and contemplative activity I quite enjoyed. Last night, after work, I went out and shoveled more snow, making a path in the sidewalk in front of the house and also in front of both of our neighbor’s houses. Now people can walk on the sidewalk in our neighborhood instead of on the street. A little thing, but it felt good to do it.
I’m a novelist, poet, and short story writer living in the Desert Southwest.
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