Early Sunday morning

As is often the case, I awoke early. I turned on some podcast or music, rolled over, pulled the covers over me, curled into a ball and tried to return to sleep. It was Sunday morning, no one to get up and out before daybreak.

And then a rumbling starts. In the haze of my mind, I tried to figure out what it was. I had run the washing machine last night, but the spin cycle should have finished hours ago.

Then in quick secession, I had recognition, irritation and then thankfulness. 

My neighbor was running her snow blower. After she clears her drive and walk, she runs it along our sidewalk to clear the elderly neighbors' walk on the other side of us. It's quick work, she hits it again on the way back.

Thank you, dear neighbor.