Wintry nights 01
No snow, a lot of ice to compensate
A little ice, some wet asphalt, a few tired apartment blocks, and suddenly the neighborhood begins to look more deliberate than usual — sharper, quieter, faintly theatrical. Light stops merely illuminating things and starts outlining them. A tree becomes a bunch of fireworks. A street sign grows fangs. A hectic boulevard, for a few hours, seems almost composed.
