Flight, but no entertainment

As I walked out one midwinter’s morning (I’m thinking specifically of last Thursday’s), I wondered to myself how things might be if I were to disappear off into the snow, never to return. The family slumbering upstairs would half-hear the door closing, register the muffled growl of “Eff off, Fox” to the vulpine rummaging through the recycling bins, recognise the trundle of my rolling suitcase down the street and then what?