Morning Post, January 24, 2019

It is not yet daylight as he opens the front door and steps into the cold.  His boots print the new snow along the driveway and the bare branches of the dwarf trees in his front yard cradle snow in their joints.  He starts the engine and the heater and then gets out and brushes the windshield and windows clear.  He kicks the snow from his boots and then sits and takes the wheel of the car and creeps slowly up the white driveway and onto the white road and disappears in the half light.

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