RØB Severson (jabberwocky) wrote,
RØB Severson

The Trudge

Trudging home defeatedly this morning I saw a long marking on the sidewalk to suggest someone had taken a snow shovel, run it along the ground for about a dozen feet, and given up. There's a great and relevant allegory in there, somewhere. "What am I doing snow-shoveling?" the property's proprietor no doubt asked after that first scrape yielded such seemingly fruitless results, the wintry precipitation continuing to both softly land and splatter noisily, all at once, and all around, from the sky and from the trees and sometimes from everywhere and nowhere, even as though lobbed lazily by invisible assailants. "The thick, wet snow-slush just continues to fall. Why did I think it was a good idea to start shoveling the walk?"

There's no transportation on foot except trudging in ground conditions like these. Let's all go out for a good trudge.
Tags: chores, creative writing, depression, snow, winter

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.