Chainsawchick717

About Chainsawchick717

Winter here is a wide white field with a road drawn through it. When the wind hauls across the open ground between Spring Grove and Seven Valleys, snow packs into the lane cuts and builds long drifts against the fence lines. Chainsawchick717 works those hours — plowing driveways and farm lanes, clearing the path to the door, pushing the banks back far enough that the mailbox exists again. There is a specific satisfaction at the end of it: headlights on one straight open drive while everything around it is still buried. Morning comes, and somebody gets to leave on time.