Conversation

He chugs his way slowly up the street, in his sit-down snow-blower tractor. I am huffing and puffing in my driveway, leaning on my shovel, battling many inches of snow as the precipitation turns from snow to sleet to freezing rain. The day just gets heavier with every hour. He gives me a wave, and the widest smile, and then clears away the bottom of the driveway. I wave, grateful, --smile, too -- and file away a reminder to send cookies of thanks to his house later in the day. #smallstories