I remember a bitterly cold winter's night back in early 1979 when I shared a cell with Seanna Walsh in H6.
Our cell window had a view of the exercise yard and we caught sight of a few flakes of snow which began to drift down from the black skies. As we watched they quickly became a flurry swirling in the wind. We moved closer to the window with our blankets wrapped tightly around us and glazed out upon the barbed wire fences and the orange lights which had briefly been transformed into a winter wonderland.
I escaped from that hellish place and returned to Carnhill. Walking through a winter's night lit only by the street lights, my collar was turned up and the cold nipped my cheeks as the snow swirled in the wind and I cursed it. The crisp snow crunched under my boots and left a trail back to where I had come from.
But I hadn't been anywhere. I was still in that dank cell with my cell-mate, staring out through the concrete bars in the window, as the snow swirled in the wind and clung to the barbed wire. The winter's night was still lit, but only by those damned orange lights.
* This story was inspired by a post by Thadd Mc Gill about a street light reminding him of the orange lights in the H Blocks.