If I have to...

Oyster (magazine) out of the blue asked me to write them something. This is what I did, out of boredom.

I had been out here for almost six hours now. I could feel the cold reaching into my gloves. It was the type of cold that made my shoulders hunch up, shielding against the piercing, bitter gusts through a

whiteout. I am swaying like clothes on a line. Maybe this was the last time I would go down even though it hadn't been like this on other days and probably wouldn't be like this again. This will be my last opportunity. Only thinking about that, I want to find someone there, even if I have to leave them, I want to find that person.

Looking down on to the town through what’s left of the visibility, I can see all the lights are on in all the houses. But there is nobody here. I know there are people down there; they are with each other because it's fun to be with it. Standing up here in the cold, I realise that I am on my own. I am not with anyone. I am on my own, left out in the cold, in a town with no people.