Reunion

For years on my way to the work I was passing a big grey mansion with tall, spotless, sparkling clean windows and grey roof. The mansion must be built and maintained with an "old money". It means in the times, when the coal was a king in the county. The building was always quiet, I couldn't see any activities ... until one late February blizzard came, when little angels overdid it with throwing down pillows at each other, and whole county shut down and put a key from the town under the doormat. Everything was closed but pharmacy and a grocery store. The shelves usually stacked with snow shovels and salt, were bare.
In the front of the mansion on the sidewalk on the left side was an old man dressed in old home spun winter coat and the warm hat. The scarf was covering half of his face, and with the hands in gloves, was shoveling a foot deep snow.
When I was passing by I spotted a short old woman in light blue coat doing the same thing as the old man on the other end of the mansion. There were no neighbors to help them, because everybody was busy with their own abundance of snow on the sidewalks and digging the cars out.
Then the old man found in the basement an old snow blower and cleaning the snow was faster on his part of sidewalk. Late in the afternoon he noticed the old woman slow, tedious and little progress making a path in the deep snow.
"May I help you Ms.?"
"Oh certainly."
"Let me do it."
After a while watching the man and avoiding to get to close to the snow blower, she asked:
"May I bring you hot coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?"
Yes, you may."
The woman hurries with her little steps and disappears behind the house. After a short while she appears with an old dark blue thermos. The man notices the thermos.
"I remember we used to have thermos like this," he thinks.

To be continued