Look at all this dang snow!
I like shovelling snow. I like it for the same reason I like taking a good dump: nobody bothers me. It's quality alone time, while at the same time being very practical and taking care of business. Sometimes even shovelling snow causes me to have to visit the john. Weird.
I have very distinct memories of being very young and being outside at night while my dad shovelled snow in the driveway. He'd shovel silently, every once and a while stop and catch his breath, which plumed out his nostrils and mouth. Maybe he'd ask me what I thought about all that snow. Years later he would divorce my mother. Makes me wonder what he was really thinking about when he was shovelling.
A quiet night, flurries swarming under the streetlamps, and the sound of metal scraping asphalt, keeping time in his absence.
I like shovelling snow. I like it for the same reason I like taking a good dump: nobody bothers me. It's quality alone time, while at the same time being very practical and taking care of business. Sometimes even shovelling snow causes me to have to visit the john. Weird.
I have very distinct memories of being very young and being outside at night while my dad shovelled snow in the driveway. He'd shovel silently, every once and a while stop and catch his breath, which plumed out his nostrils and mouth. Maybe he'd ask me what I thought about all that snow. Years later he would divorce my mother. Makes me wonder what he was really thinking about when he was shovelling.
A quiet night, flurries swarming under the streetlamps, and the sound of metal scraping asphalt, keeping time in his absence.