I managed to be in the front yard for under an hour.
Scrapping what snow could be off the inch or two of ice on the driveway and sidewalk.
The nausea hit inside of 10 minutes, and I ignored it as I shovelled, breathing, breathing and breathing.
it;s funny when your heart rate and lungs sync up, fear and exercise, one and the same
thump thump thumpa thump
scrap toss, scrap toss
soft thunks of ice hitting snow
waiting to freeze again
under the new snow to fall