The snow fell, making it feel like Spring had not come, as it tumbled down into my face as I trudged along the sludgy roads to my job. The sun only creeping up to greet me briefly, before I entered the tunnels. Leading me deep underground. Cold air seemed to sneak in, uninvited up under my collar. Small melted snowflakes melted my hair to my face. A shiver caught through me. A momentary lapse in strength. Shaking it off, I thought to myself, I’ll warm up soon enough. When the hammer falls. The quiet echoed through the tunnels. The shift change silence, beckoning me forward.