road knee-deep in snow –
no car tracks, only one squirrel,
a few deer and me
The afternoon after the blizzard we are still snowed in. Brian’s truck transmission broke and Bill from Seven Hills won’t be able to get by to plow until evening. I plow my way to the mailbox, one and a half miles, through snow just below my knees. Hard work in the cold wind, but beautiful – no car tracks, hardly any animal tracks, just a pristine expanse of snow and curvaceous drifts. Every tree nestles in a little hollow well surrounded by a white bowl.