Stamping off slugs of snow sliding from my boots, flexing fingers to keep warm
I am keeping an eagle eye on the ditch opposite.
Almost dark, two brothers are shovelling. Last years client now this years.
Entrepreneurs in snow pants, counting their eggs before they are hatched.
One will have a shopping spree at the hobby shop, the other imagines a savings overflow.
Finally, I spot them headlights bouncing.
A swagger in their step, the kind you only have with a pocketful of money.