Today driving to work I was intent on keeping the gritter in sight, but not close enough for him (yes it was a male gritter lorry) to dirty my windscreen. I was looking at how the fan thingy at the back was dispersing the grit so that it covered bits of the other side of the road too. Up the steep hill safely enough, noticing the banana brain in my rear view mirror who never seemed to brake in a timely enough fashion and wishing, not for the first time, that I had a Hong Kong Foooey car and could drop something to get his attention out of the boot of my car - without hurting him.
This went on for about a mile or so, watching the gritter in front and letting my other senses keep a track of the "driver" behind me. Finally I noticed I had been driving through a really beautiful bit, a forest, and my attention had been on the grimey orange gritter.
The trees were amazing, very tall and long and elegant there was a steely stoic quality to them as the light behind them,put the branches heavy with snow, into relief. It was a surreal sight and I nearly missed it.
The rest of the journey was beautiful and uplifting. I'd timed the journey to avoid the early morning lunacy, on a day like to day I am even less inclined than usual to join the lemmings trapped in tiny metal boxes (Thank you Mr Sumner) , but even so every sense had to be alert to others doing odd things in the road and relearning the responsiveness of the car and wishing someone in the sky could paint the words... "use low gears!"
No music, just radio 4 this morning. Womans Hour - my heart sank, but it was actually very interesting Meryl Streep, quietly insightful, amusing and amused.
Didn't see much wildlife, but chose roads that I knew had a fair chance of the gritter, - hence my close and prolonged encounter with the golden amber beastie - so not too surprised. I saw a horse alone in a field tonight, no rug, no shelter and no companion in sight... I hope there was a fellow equine out of sight to me.
The office closed earlier than usual today too so even though my journey was still over 2 hours home I was back before the expected time. The vertical pupils of the Ocelots narrowed. What was I doing back in their house at this time? Hmmm still maybe we can get an early supper... With an unconcious synchrony they rose from separate heated places, leading me they strolled towards their bowls. One squawked and the other more refined opened her mouth slightly, both training the biped with a small reward of interest in her.
Looking out over the wildness that is my garden and the valley beyond, the world is beautiful even in its harshness.
People smile at the snow - if its the first day, when they'd be ground down by the rain. So many people work from home now that today, whilst extreme, has not been a repeat of previous snowed in days.
I found a quote whilst reading about the snow in 1963 - a time of old money before I lived and thought hmmm but wouldn't it be great if time future really was contained in time past.
"People expect too much now. In 1963 about five weeks went by without a first division football match"
Teased by hope