GAMING:

A Cold & opalescent sky, toes protrude from beneath the covers, 
legs like litmus paper draw chill from the morning. 
The kettle boiled, a flask prepared, thermal layers stacked at 
the door in preparation. Anticipation, a quiet knot in the 
stomach, a thrill, a tremor, anxious at the outcome of a game 
yet to be played. Car prepared, heater on, radio station set 
to it’s traditional number, sat nav, map & conversation cover 
the thoughts at the back of the mind ‘what if’. The tribe of the 
white line gather, familiar smiles & eyes that flicker to the 
face & to the ball. Fists like hammers nestle deep in pockets, 
last season’s ski jackets scarves & comedy hats retrieved from 
the back of cupboards. Blow the whistle! 

(K)