It's cold here. Really cold. Even the Canadians I work with are complaining about "the cold". It regularly drops below -8 Celsius.
The other evening it was -8.5. I bundled up and went to the gym on my dinner break. On the way, I passed a frozen splash. I guess a car or something had driven through a puddle in the street, but before the water had time to flow from the street back into the pothole from which it had came, it froze solid. This glassy, frozen splash reflected the neon lights of the bars on the dark street and was quite mesmerizing. I've never seen anything like it before.
The other evening it was -8.5. I bundled up and went to the gym on my dinner break. On the way, I passed a frozen splash. I guess a car or something had driven through a puddle in the street, but before the water had time to flow from the street back into the pothole from which it had came, it froze solid. This glassy, frozen splash reflected the neon lights of the bars on the dark street and was quite mesmerizing. I've never seen anything like it before.
1 comment:
sounds beautiful actually. except for the burning cold!
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