Snow and more snow

Dig It

I've spent much of the day shoveling the same patch of snow over and over again. It reminds me of the myth of Sisyphus -- you know, that ancient Greek fellow who was condemned to roll a stone up a hill, only to have it roll back down again, over and over. The snow just keeps on falling in thick curtains, rendering every object obese and white. The only thing I like about it is the way it sparkles. I remember as a kid trying to find the diamonds in the snow.

Here's a short story I wrote (and won a contest with) about digging my car out of the snow:

Snow in the City