jeff shuck

The post-game show is over and tomorrow is garbage day. I go downstairs, pull on my coat, and open the garage door.

Fine snow is falling on what is already about two-thirds of a foot. For a minute I can’t remember if I need to drive somewhere tomorrow or not. No, I’m working from home. I bet school will be cancelled.

I’m thinking about all of these random things as I drag the recycling out to the curb. In front of me, on a white street, are three deer. They don’t make any sound — they look up at me, and pad through the snow. Up the hill and into the haze.

Sometimes, the world is very, very cool.