The level of snow came up to be knee high, or whatever inches it may depict to be. It truly looked catastrophic. But the whiteness of the snow made it seem so serene for me and the others to notice how much trouble it will be to shovel all of it away.
And then, I suddenly realized. I'm not so much as a kid anymore.
The first thing I would've thought of is not how many times I could keep on sledding. Nor the amount of snowballs I could throw. Not even the thought of sipping hot cocoa, watching the snow fall.
But I was worried about how annoying it will be for me to do all that much work.
Shoveling.
It made me thought of how boring I have become. How I could only think of the one possible way to face the roughness of the matter. When I really should be think of the inner smoothness of the matter,
Realizing all of this now made me able to think. And made me take action.
And I'm on my way to shovel. Oh the joy.
i hear shoveling can give you a heart attack.
ReplyDeleteand ray loves the snow, you should go sledding in central park with your girlfriend :)
speaking of heart attack, my left side of the chest started to hurt along with my left arm
ReplyDeletemaybe it's a warning?