Cold

Full of cold today, both inside and outside

White, piercing cold outside. Cnicht looming like a Welsh Eiger, pale and threatening. Frost on the static cars. Only the blue car, four wheel drive and winter tyres, moves down the valley road. I am static, alone, making jewellery for the school fair tonight. Dreading the people, the noise , the scrutiny awaiting me. Dripping, stuffed nose cold inside. Armed with tissues and tablets. Headaching, bone aching winter cold. Warmed by purring cat and thoughts of summer playing in the village pool. Wrapping up tonight, fleece and woollen shields held up against them all.