Outside.
Everything is white always black as far as the eye can see.
Shrouded in a fine white frost.
It was like that when i first looked out during the half light this morning.
Confirming the arrival of another winter with the first of many days yet to come each containing a temperature falling into minus degrees.
The accompanying fog which had coexisted throughout the early hours has long since lifted, revealing nothing else of interest except for a noticeable drop in the number of those things which had been clustered around the barricades for the past few months, but the frost has remained intact all day.
And the half light.
A flashback to my childhood. Early morning. Standing in front of a large window. I remember looking out and seeing the ground where no one had yet walked. No footprints to ruin the smooth white surface which had appeared during the night. And myself content with just looking. Safe inside. Not wanting to walk there for fear of ruining the picture for others.
Observing.
A distant memory of the exact same scene from a vastly different perspective.
“It is useful occasionally to look at the past to gain a perspective on the present” (Fabian Linden).
And the cold.
I stared down at the street from the window above and noticed the front section of my car parked up beneath the window. The topside and front windscreen covered in a slightly thicker layer of white frost, and while initially I was relieved that the car had remained intact throughout, i felt more dismayed the longer I thought about it. It has been several months since i last went out into the street, longer still since I had been actually been in the car, and i soon realized that the engine is not likely to turn over without some essential maintenance.
It did not bother me as much as i had previously imagined it would … but then nothing much does now.
I will take a look through the manual and some other related books later on tonight and attempt to get out for a closer look during the next few days. I can check the oil, the water, tire pressure and electrics, all of which should be fine, but from memory the only problem i ever had with the engine not starting always happened during the cold weather. Something to do with either the starter motor or the alternator but no doubt the battery will be drained and in desperate need of a charge.
When I get out there I should bring in the pistol from the glove compartment and give it a wipe down, and also switch the bottled water stored in the back for some fresh water while i still have the chance.
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