It’s -40°C here this morning. -47°C with the wind chill. I haul myself out of bed at 04:30, shower and have coffee, all so that I can write this, before I head off to work in this nightmarish land. It’s almost like being on another planet, but it pays the bills, and keeps the heat on. Christmas is coming, and my family is looked after, so I am content with my lot, but I can’t help but hear that small child in my head, hiding under warm covers, and laughing his silly, little laugh as I head out the door.
I hope you like this one.
Merry Christmas, all.