Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

melt and freeze

After I got home from work this morning, I cleared away some more snow from the driveway. What bothered me was that it didn't look as though my landlord had bothered to shovel after I did. I was alert and wanted to take advantage of the warm temperature before I went to sleep.

First I cleared away the debris left by the plow at the end of the drive and then I concentrated on the area directly around where I park. I had left my car just out of range of the dripping water from the roof, because I didn't want my car to get glazed over by ice anymore.

While I was shoveling, I couldn't help noticing the sky. The winter gray had given way to a blue that was kind and inviting. With the shovel over my shoulder, I stood there for a few minutes looking up soaking in as much as I could. If it weren't for the snow on the ground and the bare trees, I might have thought that it was summer. All that I needed was a lawn chair to sit back and take in the clouds drifting by.

When I woke in the afternoon, I found out that my morning efforts had been worthwhile. The driveway around my car was completely bare. It didn't matter that the rest of the drive would freeze solid that night, because at least my spot was clear.

 
reading: Cold Mountain - Charles Frazier
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