Canyon

Maybe because it’s a different texture.
More dry, less wet.
Or maybe there’s a little less of it this time. I don’t know. I stopped measuring it...

Snow, that is. Today I managed to shovel in about 20 minutes what it took me over an hour to shovel after a storm a couple weeks ago. The storm before the storm before the storm before this one.

Or maybe my arms are just getting stronger...

The path around our house is a canyon now, with the bordering snow banks towering over my head in places. Difficult to fling it that high.

I don’t think hell is hot. It’s cold. And white. And continually needs to be shoveled...