Typically, our cul-de-sac is not a neighborhood gathering spot until spring, when everyone begins coming out of the woodwork again. "Hey!" we yell to one another from across the way, showing that we are real, that the houses we’ve driven near and by all winter, as well as our own, really did contain people within them. But today, post-Christmas, the holed-up were looking to clear a path to the main road so that everyday life might begin again, someday soon. And so those signs of life in the neighborhood happened here and now, in the middle of a North Dakota blizzard, when hubby and a few neighbors stopped for a digging break to make it known that life does continue to happen, even here in the frozen hinterland on a record-setting-snowfall day.