11 Degrees: Feels Like -3


It’s the coldest day of winter thus far, but that doesn’t phase me as I step into the oncoming snowstorm drifting inland. I am eager to get outside, shovel and breathe in the freshness of snow.

Call this folly, call this whatever you want; it doesn’t matter. Shovel in hand, I scratch my ergonomic blue plastic shovel across the sixty year old driveway accumulating frozen particles to dump on my arctic collection already piled in the yard. I am so invigorated by the fresh air that I don’t feel the chill start to cling to my pant leg. After a sprinkling of salt, I move on to the north deck and its foot of snow drifts.

As I round the house, a 14 mph west wind greets me, blowing snow into my face, where shallow breaths and sticking nostrils begin to form. I continue my morning workout, pushing and hauling snow through and over railings onto the powder below. Heavy, it falls poofing into a collection of more snow, intermittently dancing like dust, swirling like a magical story being told.


via Daily Prompt: Folly


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Gail says:

    Your description is so detailed that I actually felt cold reading this! And I’m sitting in a very warm house!

    1. becketar says:

      Glad you liked the post. Stay warm, there is more cold to come and write about. Lol

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