Frostbite

By Isaiah

Driving into Lovewill is surprisingly remarkable; the winding mountain road, like a tongue, wrapped around the humble icy hills and farmland that reaches out and fills the horizon. The road delves into the valley, swaying round till you come to see the white blanket that envelops the base of it. The further down you go, the more hints of earthy greens and browns you can pick up beneath the now-opaque white. It’s all quite wonderful.

Even if I don’t find him here, the view was well worth the trip. It took around two hours the whole way through. Pleasant all round.

Once you pass the threshold, marked by a wooden archway that has LOVEWILL in bold letters in its centre, the road straightens out, and a real sense of forward momentum becomes apparent. Maybe it’s all the great and skinny trees that whiz past your peripheral vision, the icy glow of the road that shimmers and strafes at a constant pace beneath the car as it continues forward, the heightened anxiety brought by most icy roads, the white noise of the windscreen wipers and the obnoxiously loud AC unit. All this and yet there’s silence through these noises, a quiet brought by the frozen air, all calmed by a chill that stills the atmosphere as if time itself froze.

To sum up: it’s quite chilly.