As she scraped and scooped, her mind began to unclog too.
She pulled out a soggy clump of oak leaves, and suddenly remembered her father, ten years ago, on this very ladder. “Gutters are like arguments,” he’d said, scraping alongside her. “You ignore the small blockage, and next thing you know, the whole foundation’s flooded.” unblocking gutters
At the time, she’d rolled her eyes. Now, standing in the mist, she laughed. As she scraped and scooped, her mind began to unclog too