Suits and Ties
The only
marks were twin tire tracks leading up to my car. This is technically
considered a bad neighborhood but the iron gates encapsulate the compound like
a fortress. I’m the first person to show up. The cold is refreshing on my face
and I can feel the snow crunch under my boots. My door banging shut seems to
echo a few times before I’m completely enclosed in peaceful silence. The
lamplights emanate cool glows that create circles of light in the otherwise
twilit parking lot. This is the Ford Research and Development center where I
plow snow for a living during the winter months.
A good deal of snow has fallen tonight and it has created a flat mantle over the streets and sidewalks. The sparkling white hides what’s really beneath. If one didn’t know the area, they wouldn’t know if they were on a crosswalk or even if they were walking atop one of the two ponds. After carefully salting and physically walking along almost every inch of pavement, I have come to know this place intimately. It won’t be long till the rest of the snow crew shows up to shape the land for the morning workers. We are like poets who take the obvious and form it into something beautiful. Not like the workers themselves. After we are done they will come through and turn the snow to black and brown with their exhaust and cigarette butts. They never see the raw beauty of nature and take clean sidewalks for granted.
A good deal of snow has fallen tonight and it has created a flat mantle over the streets and sidewalks. The sparkling white hides what’s really beneath. If one didn’t know the area, they wouldn’t know if they were on a crosswalk or even if they were walking atop one of the two ponds. After carefully salting and physically walking along almost every inch of pavement, I have come to know this place intimately. It won’t be long till the rest of the snow crew shows up to shape the land for the morning workers. We are like poets who take the obvious and form it into something beautiful. Not like the workers themselves. After we are done they will come through and turn the snow to black and brown with their exhaust and cigarette butts. They never see the raw beauty of nature and take clean sidewalks for granted.
They don’t
have time to exchange pleasantries or “good mornings” and they’ll even go to
the other side of the street just to avoid looking at us. Sometimes they even
take out their phones and fake conversations just until they pass me by. I’ve
never met such a rude group of people before in my life. They seem to be
miserable instead of content to be working at a high paying job. They can have
their suits and ties and their corner offices though. I will continue to be
behind the scenes and smiling. If they are drowning in what nature has thrown
at them I will learn to swim and be one with it.
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