This afternoon warmed to a comfortable temperature. The church van that wouldn’t start in the morning was willing by noon. The glistening snow looked inviting.
One drift just dared me to rearrange it!
As a part of working through my GERD (see previous posts), I decided that some additional exercise could be a good thing.
I grabbed the snow shovel and began to push. Shaving off inches/centimeters at a time, the drift began to become mere trails of snow. The work was boring and so my mind wandered to forward thoughts — something I haven’t done well in the last while.
As the final vestiges of the drift disappeared, I realized that I felt somewhat better. Not perfect, but better. And with the completion of the task, I had the sense that the next drift in my life could also be overcome.
Some days you just need a snow drift!