It was a gentle sky
this morning as I stepped outside to clear our driveway. The color of the clouds? Not exactly a soft grey and not exactly water-color blue. The temperature was about 25 degrees F.
We got about six inches of snow yesterday, I suppose. It started fine and gritty, but the flakes turned large and feathery, then got heavier as the day went on.
It was enough snow that you wouldn't do any driving you didn't have to. Mary, when she came home from work, took the major highway rather than the back roads; she found herself at the end of a long line of traffic traveling only 25 m.p.h. in 40 m.p.h. conditions. She got home safely, though a little later than expected.
I could have gone out to clear the driveway when I rose at 4:30 a.m. today, but I didn't, for fear there might be neighbors who object to the roar of a snowblower at that hour. I waited until 6:00 a.m. when everyone but us heathens should be up and moving. The task went quickly.
Winter brings the extra work of clearing the driveway, but also affords such a loveliness as this morning's sky, that not-quite-grey-not-quite-blue softness, and the whole village decked out for its Christmas card photo.
You almost feel sad, finishing the work and coming into the house for breakfast. While there will be more mornings of clearing the driveway, few of them will be so lovely as this.
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