Or blue, rather. It was evening again.
We put all three shovels to work uncovering the driveway. The light looked so dim by that time I thought we had better wait another day. But Dad still drove us there, slowly maneuvering the roads, while we warmed our hands after shoveling and stared at the deer as we passed them. They ran away playfully as we watched them through melted snow drops on our windows.
This blurry one of the sticks... turned out to be one of my favorites and makes me wish I hadn't dropped out of film photography class in college... 'Why would I do that?' you and I ask. It's a sad story I tried and mostly succeeded to forget. I only remember I stayed in the class long enough to make a charming Altoids tin pinhole camera that I loved more than Life itself. Or any cereal in general. Sadly I dropped the class before I developed the film. My iPhone camera serves me well though and is never fazed by an adventure in the snow. In fact, (to make a month-and-a-half-long-story short) this very iPhone spent (the afore-mentioned time span) inside a deep bank of snow. He waited patiently or cybernated until spring thawed his cave a little and he was found and returned to me. I'm still using him a year later, though I try harder not to drop him.
Dad brought us home safe and sound and was the hero of our day, as he always does and always is. We were out of hot chocolate but we got warm somehow and were all quite happy.
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