It felt wrong.

Not just that the unheated, ill-insulated garage was cold (freezing really), although warmer than the days before, but something more.

The sun was shining through the windows, radiant heat warming what conduction could not.

Maybe it was the contrast, the sun’s rays slicing through, delineating what could be seen and not seen, that made the shadows seem darker and more profound.

The brownish ice next to the door step into the garage went unnoticed. It was just that it was unusually easy to find the needed tools. Usually, tools hid, especially when it was cold and a job needed to be done quickly.