Icy Mornings

The fresh morning air was a shock to my system as I left the moderate warmth of the house. All down the street, cars were sitting with a layer of pure white ice upon them. Including mine. With a groan, I zapped my car open and battled to get the door open, which appeared to be frozen shut. Not what I needed to be dealing with when I was in a rush. There was a slight mist lingering over the village, which made it a bit difficult for me to be able to see down to the end of the road. As I finally managed to yank the door free, I tossed my bag over into the passengers seat. Slipping the key into the ignition, I crossed my fingers and prayed that it would start first time. After a few moment of stuttering, the engine roared to life. Turning the heaters up go full, I quickly grabbed the ice scraper and set to work removing the thick layer of ice from the windows. It was a long process, but as the heaters started to kick in, it made my job slightly easier. Overhead, the sky was covered in a layer of light grey cloud, which only served to make the tone of the day duller.

It felt like I'd been at it for an hour when I finally finished and clambered into the car, pulling the door shut behind me. There was goose flesh all over my bare arms, and I had started to shiver. Though I hadn't realised it until I was sitting in the slowly growing warmth of my car.