Weekend Getaway

We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It sat perched majestically on the side of the hill, each window, like an eye looking to the snow, the trees and the sky. The path that led up to the main entrance was easily two and a half, three feet under snow. I'd put the chains on the tyres at the last town we went through as it was starting to really come down. They sang their clinky, clanky rattley song all the way up the twisting serpentine road to the cabin.

The cabin; sitting there the side of the hill, there was nothing obstructing the panoramic views it offered of the west face. A literal wall of glass provided a sheltered view that was only interrupted by the discreet placing of the wooden framing holding it in place. It stretched from the floor to the peak of the ceiling, complimented by intentionally placed skylights that hinted at a view of the sky when not obscured by snow. Nearly three kilometres of snow laden gums separate this place from the nearest neighbour and the road itself is two windy kilometres away.

Very secluded and very private, a very nice place to mind your own business, Located behind the A-Frame there was a two car garage with a remote control roller door for convenience, but that would have to wait until I cleared some snow from the drive first. A harsh winter had left more than enough snow in its frozen wake, everything that looked up was covered with old snow and then that was covered in new snow.

"Hello Google...play Black Sabbath Snowblind!" The opening bars of this rock and roll masterpiece filled the car. It was either that or Ace Frehely, fuck it I thought "Hello Google...play Black Sabbath Master of Reality." Plenty of songs with snow in the them but most them are xmas shit - oh Snowman by Anti Nowhere League and Permafrost by Magazine. There endeth my humble list, only because the songs I don't want to think about or give a nanosecond of my time to are trying to bum rush my mind. Besides its August and we're in Australia and it's not fucking xmas, not for another five months for those of you who enjoy that sort of gormless, pseudo-sadistic behaviour! I have driven from Victoria to Thredbo in NSW, nearly six hundred kilometres when I could have gone to Bulla or Perishers or Hotham but no Thredbo it is. I'm tired and I'm cold.

I maneuvered the car as close as I could to the roller door allowing me a little room to get in there with a shovel. I'd forgotten how much I hated the cold until I hopped out of the car and left the comfort of it's twenty six degrees of indifference to any type of chill. Heated seats emphasised this as the outside weather took its climactic toll on the warmest parts of my body first. My breath was next, it felt like it was sucked directly out of my lungs with nothing left to fill the void. It was like breathing ice and each shard prickled my throat all the way down in and back out of my respiratory system. Fuck it was cold, colder than I've ever been before. I had a minus ten rated snow jacket on, a scarf, a beanie, leather shoes and thick socks but I could feel this cold reach in and touch my soul, not nicely either, like a nervous, ham fisted, prom night panty exploration. I shuddered at both the cold and the thought. Fuck my life!

I looked through the windscreen into the rear of the vehicle, my husband and girlfriend were still asleep 'Good at least I got the dose right, now where is that snow shovel?'