Here, we three girls rock a 17 passenger bus, half empty. One person drives; the other two sit two rows back, keeping a little extra weight over the rear tyres to keep the vibrations to a dull roar. Rickety heat creates micro-climates within the empty space. The road is ice-covered save the bare patch that follows the yellow line. Stopped around km 45 of the access road back to Chis, enamoured by the sunny day, the empty highway and heavy hoar frost. My life as a Christmas card.







