Boughs bowed by snow.
The weight of winter will not be lifted, not today. The light, the blueness of sky - an insufficient conspiracy.
It's colder this morning - five above at best.
The flag at the cemetery in Fairwater snaps sharply west to east. Sunlight is yellow on the snow, creating a softer blanket this morning, a certain glow.
Just south of Five Corners I find snow blowing across the road, even drifting in some places. I plow over some minor drifts. I'm going to work, not because I want to but because it's my duty. Duty is my hangman.
I don't believe in God and fortunately She puts up with that.
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