Perishing

On those warm blue sky days of summer I feel like a caged tiger when I'm stuck inside all day. Today I felt like a caged snow leopard. Fine white stuff fell lightly from morning to night in Shipley but never really settled in the town. The temperature wasn't quite cold enough, although still perishing for those dedicated smokers standing around on Market Square. Up on the moor it would have been an altogether different story. I would have loved to have had a chance to find out. I felt like I was perishing away on the inside from sheer frustration. Still, it was a productive enough day, edging me ever closer to some kind of escape from behind the office bars.