White

Observation this morning: fresh white roses along the way to school.

The eight o'clock news: UK gas supplies and storage capacity are low; prices are rising.

Observation right now: fresh, white, quality snow flakes falling from the black sky, covering the earth, even surviving in my hair and on my coat until inside my room.

Connect the dots.

Knit me a scarf. Send me candles. Or brandy.

Send a helicopter to pick me up.

But don't go to Exeter, because it's c-c-c-cold