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Not Really Broken

Sunny Ski Shadow Selfie

There’s barely any snow. It’s been below zero once that I’ve noticed, and maybe twice more that I haven’t. In the mornings I fry eggs for the boys on the wood stove; it’s dark outside and they sleepily dress for work while I tend to their breakfast. The fire whooshes and the eggs are done so I slide them onto chipped plates. Two yolks intact, one broken, one leaking just a little. Not really broken, not really intact. No one cares one way or another, it’s just a game I play, trying to keep those yolks whole. I’m not too good at it.

They eat and leave. I ski on the scratchy snow, do chores, then drive over the mountain. It snowed a little the night before, it’s still snowing now, in fact, but so lightly you could almost miss it. Maybe an inch total, and yet the old man who lives in the trailer on the other side of the mountain is shovelling his driveway. He’s cleared the neatest of paths down one side of his drive and seems to be working his way back up the other side. The edges of his path are so crisp I want to stop and take a photo. The trailer is old, but clean. It looks freshly painted. The old man looks spry and happy and I watch him in the rearview mirror for as long as I can.

7 thoughts on “Not Really Broken”

  1. Ben….Are they intact or not intact? Funny.
    We had about 5 inches of wet snow this morning. I just came in from shoveling the driveway here where I stay. I’m too old to be doing this but the old guy with the trailer gives me hope.
    As I walked back to the house I can see that the sky cleared while I was shoveling. Low, but not too low, in the southeast sky was the rising quarter moon against a deep blue background not yet quite dark. It’s a beautiful winter evening in New England.
    Thank you for the post and the photo (seen before?).

  2. It must be nice to have both of your sons around to help with chores when they’re not working. Maybe you can get ahead on your firewood, 3 people splitting and stacking can move a lot of wood.

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