"I feel like we should have a group hug or something," one of our neighbors said as the evening painted the snow blue in our parking lot. "But maybe not with everything that's going around." Her eyes swept over the circle of women standing in a newly-cleared parking space. The five of us had just finished breaking up and moving over two tons of snow and ice by hand to clear another space in the lot.
"Maybe a group high-five?" someone else suggested, and five gloved hands were raised and joined in the twilight.
"Shouldn't there be lightning bolts or something shooting into the sky?" I laughed. "That was a lot of snow!"
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