’bout that time

The wind whipped ’round Highway 41 last night ’til the early mornin’ hours. There were snow walls built up on the sides of the road….big yellow plows with the state’s emblem on the doors pourin’ salt as they swiftly moved north and south past towns like Morocco…Lake Village…Schneider…small towns with volunteer fire departments and maybe one or two cop cars patrolin’…officers hangin’ out at the truck stop drinkin’ coffee and eatin’ jelly donuts…waitin’ to be called…

JT was up ’round 3 in the mornin’ lookin’out his back doors made of glass as more and more snow piled up on the wooden deck…out in the yard he could make out shadows of animals runnin’ on his property…raccoons…coyotes…stray dogs that’d ran away from home…tomcats callin’….

He poured himself a cup of coffee and went back to the sliding glass doors…he could hear the plows off in the distance…saw the snow comin’ in at an angle…sideways…coverin’ the side of the barn…down the road a bit Christmas lights flickered in the blackness of night…,another winter…, he thought…,lit up a cigarette and cracked the door just a bit…

Down the hall Jessica remained asleep…dreamin’ of easier times…back when she and JT first met…it’d always been tough…but now as they got older the years just seemed to get harder….he slept in his room…and she in her’s…the kids lived down the road a bit…all of em workin’ on the farm that Grand Dad had inherited and his daddy ‘fore that…beans…that’s what they grew along with rows and rows of corn…corporate windmills were out on the property as well…the money just made too much sense…Jessica hated those mills…said it set off the look of the farms ‘cross the county….but her voice was silent…fell on deaf ears…

Soon the sun would be comin’ up…the newspaper from downtown hit the front door and made a thud…,WINTER STORM HITS…,was the headline…,no shit…, JT thought….,no shit…

A few more years from now the kids would be takin’ over the farm….JT and Jessica would be down in Florida…far away from all this…the old man put the paper down and chuckled…,Yeah…pretty soon now…pretty soon…

The wind whistled outside and the sun began to peak through…it was ’bout that time…bout that time…

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