The Shoveler
Shoveling snow before dawn can be a very peaceful thing. It was quiet outside. Very calm. Not even especially cold (though my toes, now de-thawing, might argue that point). I just cut a path to, and around, the car. Then cleared that off. The rest will have to wait.
The snow is thick and heavy. Smooth expanses of white, everywhere — shining in that low way, before the true morning climbs up.
I enjoyed it.
Though now, I must admit, I’m ready for bed.