Possibly:
Late winter heavy snowfall. An Amazon driver delivers to a driveway not yet plowed.She gets stuck. Without a shovel. My dogs warn me about a woman and a stick, struggling to dig herself out. Late, now, for her next delivery.
In a driveway not yet plowed.
It’s the stuff that lawsuits are made of.
Actually:
Early morning pretty snow.
Dogs tell me of a visitor, in our driveway, of fresh whiteness.
Strangers to each other- two women work together-using all their strength to heave a mini van through frozen slush. Shoveling together. Strategizing together. Laughing a little.
“You press.”
“I’ll push.”
“Try this.”
“We can figure it out.”
And
“Yesss…”.
Waving to each other as she drives away, both a bit late, now, for our days.
But grateful, somehow, for the exchange.
It’s the sparkle that Midwestern winters are made of.
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