I venture from my warm apartment to head to work and find the sidewalks encased in translucent ice. The air is moist and cool and rain falls in large drops upon the encrusted ground. I wrap my face with my scarf and carefully place my feet one in front of the other. The is hardly any traffic. There is hardly any sound except for the sound of water traveling into the gutters. No wind to speak of. I search for places where my footing will be sure. I hardly find any. I am forced to seek the streets for such surety. A frozen empire unfolds before me. Trees laden in moist crystal. My eyes see grey skys. No sunlight pierces the bleak dome above my head. All if before. I consume the view around me. I am armored in processed plastic and synthetic material. The occasional bare wrist is touched by the cool. I am reminded of the quote by Bankei, "See with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Nothing is hidden."
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