"A Hellebergh Journey." by Mark W. Ó Brien

"A Hellabergh Journey."

© Mark W. Ó Brien 25/Jan/2017

I was dreading the third time out of the house to work on the driveway. All that ice, all that snow, and a third go around. Every bone and muscle in my body ached from the first two times and the driving sleet and snow the day before. But I bucked it up, over dressed and headed out the door with the ice chopper and my shovel for one more go. As I worked my way towards the road, the sun began to come out. 

I was in the zone and chopping away when I heard a voice say "Pretty tough stuff that." Well I turned around and met for the first time Tom Tucker from Texas by way of New Mexico. Seems Tom married his high school sweetheart after 50 years and moved up here to New York in the mountains and the snow. As we were chatting and getting to know each other my neighbor from across the road offered to knock down my snowbank with his plow. 

I finished up about 30 minutes later and stood there for a while in the sun watching the moisture evaporate off the asphalt. That's why I love living here up on the hill in this old hamlet of Clarksville. Whether it be friends I know or people I've only just met, we look out for each other. You might find that elsewhere, but you wouldn't be surrounded by all this beauty too! Apparently not even in Texas via New Mexico. 

The work was sure hard

but I enjoyed it this time

live in the moment!

~

© Mark W. Ó Brien 2017