I was looking out of my window, near 1 a.m. Tuesday morning, onto Dominion Street, when a best-selling movie began arriving or was progressing.
Like an army they were synchronized, working the snow. The front end loader, in the middle of Dominion, danced and twirled, his expertise showing. His machine was the man; the man was the machine. Tractors, hauling cribbed trailers, arrived at each appointed moment. Snow blower machines led the way for this army.
Suddenly, the war was over and the ballet troupe was gone.
Erna Katherine Stowell
Prince George
