Snake

He could see the sun rising over the horizon.

The fog rolling across the paddocks.

In the pre dawn.

He wrapped his hand in old cloth.

He took in a deep breath as his hand plunged through the ice encrusted water barrel.

He let his breath escape him.

The coldness never getting easier.

He raised his water drenched hand to the drilling rig cable.

The cable slid into motion dragging the mud up from the frozen winter earth.

He lit a cigarette with his dry hand.

He pondered if frost bite would once again touch his fingers.

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