White Distractions

The snow is thick here, boy it’s thick! With temperatures predicted to stay below freezing for at least the next week in this part of Scotland, and the white stuff continuing to fall for at least another two days with a bitter easterly wind moving in to freeze the cobblers off anyone who steps out of their door, one would think that writing would be a breeze – no distractions. Well, that would be the case if the inclement weather – great fun and all that, and of great beauty – hadn’t resulted in doorway traffic increasing exponentially, and a great steaming pile of hats, gloves, coats and boots in every corner.

And there’s also the fact that I love sledging, throwing snowballs, sitting in front of log fires and taking photos of this winter wonderland. So, as I try and compose section after section of Tools of Disconnection, one more distraction keeps flitting through my head:

Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
The fire is so delightful,
And since there’s no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!