The Eighty-First Day of Winter


I’ve never given it much thought, but I’ve learned there are different stages of snow removal. I’m not knowledgeable enough yet to name them all, but apparently one of the stages is to fill up dump trucks with the snow pushed aside by snow plows and bring them to an empty field where giant earth movers then fashion an enormous mountain of dirty snow. 


That brown hill you see in the picture? Snow. A week or two ago, it was probably three times as high as it is now.

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