Zolo

Rant

I turn the key on my new 20 hp ride-on snow thrower, lower the auger and engage gears to take off in a ripping whorl of snowdust, sparkling up a 40-inch swath and tossing it in a roaring arc for yards and yards . . . clear over my car and off into the woods . . . then to proceed down my 300 foot driveway like a blizzard on wheels, chomping on a big Cohiba, wearing my crazy man hat with the earflaps flapping . . . to the ultimate chagrin of my dear snooping old neighbor,  John Schmidt, who would never plow my driveway for less than $55 a pop . . .

the first swath of snow . . .
behind the roaring engine,
all the sparkling whorls!