I tend to be pretty content where I am in my patch of England and don’t often lust to be elsewhere, so I’m going to take the twist route of today’s challenge and go for fiction.
I wake up to sunshine. The room, not yet familiar, is painted white and the morning light bounces off the walls. It takes me a moment to adjust, my eyes pained by the brilliance of it. I’m used to blackout curtains and a north-facing window, so the full force of the sunrise blazing through my eastern view is an added element of difference. I know that when I get up and pull back the ineffectual curtain, I will see miles and miles of snow, so different from my leafy green country.
The room is a simple affair, set up for tourists like myself who just need somewhere warm to lay their head for the night. There’s a minuscule bathroom – almost every turn results in a bruise and a curse. I am reminded of caravans but this time the walls aren’t made from what seems to be a combination of cardboard and plastic. I am thankful, though, that the water is hot and blissful.
An hour later, suitably togged up in the necessary gear, I head outside. I have never experienced a cold so solid and physical that it knocks into me as I crunch ankle deep into the snow. The bare trees are heavily laced with ice, finger thick and paused in motion. I wonder what life exists under the whiteness underfoot, whether there is grass or dirt or grit under my boots.
In this winter tundra I take photo after photo, one macro shot after another. Landscapes that will surely never come close to reality when I upload them to my Mac, all depth and definition swallowed by the white. I am content, though, and happy with my initial explorations. I vow to return later, to see how the day changes my view and perhaps to catch a glimpse of those elusive Northern Lights. But now, my stomach is telling me that it’s time for pancakes, drizzled thickly with maple syrup. I’m going to need my energy, after all…
I find it quite tricky to describe just one thing. I feel like labouring over a view or a room will get staid and so am always tempted to move on. Does anyone have any advice to get me to stay put just a bit longer?!