From the inside of the glass I see the white expanse and the wind blowing and covering the buildings. From afar it all looks like sea of calmness when in reality is a maze of streets, buses, ice and mud. It all appears in silence and sweetness, the calm of deep winter. In truth the noise is drowned by the howling wind and the stench of pollution and smog is only deepened by the snowfall. Winter in the city.
Today I dream of sunshine and the cry of grackles.