7 Jan 2022

Having a whole block to myself, hearing the muffled sounds of expressway tractor-trailers, crunching the slush along a half-shoveled path. So many moments go unpreserved, but this one felt delicious. A morning meal, silently spent.

An empty, snowy city street butting up against an expressway. A black gate stands in the foreground, and in the background a brick building faces a tall, lone tree.