Ice hangs from gutters. I told that boy to clean them before winter sets in. Does he listen to me? No. Throws all advice out the window. Never has.

The windchill is supposed to be around forty below today. Snow melted yesterday. Every week, there’s a change. Unpredictable. Up and down. I told him you can’t count on anything in this life. Fortunes become misfortunes.

Salt trucks are out on the streets. Bright colored cars are now gray. The boy said to me, spring will be here soon.

Then you’ll clean the gutters? I asked.

Sure.