This Should Knock Your Boots Off…

This post might not actually live up to its title, Modern Philosopher, but it was a perfect one for allowing me to use this photo from earlier…

bootsI don’t know why I keep going out to shovel the snow without putting on my boots.  I’m surprised I haven’t lost a foot to frostbite yet.  It’s ridiculous!

I decided to walk to the library this morning, and the whole time, I had this crazy feeling that I was being followed.

The PlowThe paranoia was making me crazy, and I couldn’t focus on anything else.  The feeling that eyes were on me just could not be ignored.  Finally, I ducked behind a car to see who was behind me.

It was the town snow plow!  How many posts have I written about how the driver puts off plowing my street until right after I finish shoveling my driveway?  Then he speeds down the street and buries the bottom of my driveway under wet, heavy snow.

rock bouldersHere’s a perfect example of what I mean.  Look at how the snow plow has buried the end of this driveway!  That snow was up to my waist!

What’s the deal with this plow driver?  Why does he do this to us?  More importantly, why the hell was he following me on my walk???

quiet streetI ran down this quiet street, desperate to find a place to hide from the snow plow.  As you can see, however, there was nowhere to seek shelter.

All the cars were gone.  No one was outside.  It was just me and my maniacal pursuer.  And he had a giant truck and two plow blades to use as weapons.

the parkI sprinted for the only place I thought would be safe.  The park that’s down there in the distance in this photo is surrounded by a fence.  The only entry points were narrow gates meant for people.

No car could get into that park, let alone a giant plow truck.

I ran like the wind, falling only twice (we all know I’m a klutz!), and made it into the park.  No one else was there, of course.  Judging from the pristine snow, no one had been there all morning.  There wasn’t a single footprint anywhere.

There was also no sign of the snow plow.  Had it given up on me?  Had I actually managed to lose the crazy driver with my evasive maneuvers?

I ran out into the middle of the park just because I thought I’d feel safer there.

And that’s when I saw it.  Even though there were no footprints other than mine, there was a giant snow angel in the middle of the field.  Next to it in the snow was the outline of a flaming sword.

How did that snow angel get there?  I’d never seen a snow angel depicted as being armed with a flaming sword.  The only angels that carry those are the Archangels…

deaverI eventually left the park, went to the library, and checked out Jeffery Deaver’s latest book.  I couldn’t shake the sneaking suspicion, however, that it hadn’t been the snow plow following me.

My Deep Thoughts kept coming back to a much more powerful and beautiful being, one who hadn’t shown her face on this blog in several months.

Had she been following me?  Was she still watching over me even though I was certain she’d abandoned me?  Did she make the snow angel in the park, knowing I’d find it and realize it was a message from her?

It was a mystery that knocked my boots off, Modern Philosophers.  I’ve been trying to get to the bottom of it ever since…

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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8 Responses to This Should Knock Your Boots Off…

  1. JackieP says:

    One never knows the mysteries of life 😉

  2. markbialczak says:

    Nah, it was the plow, Austin. I saw the pile in the poor guy’s driveway.

  3. Louise says:

    nice boots would make great planters for my violets.

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