Things were looking crisp today, a combination of the frigid temperature outside our heat-bubbles and my very tired eyes and mind. When I made the tremendous effort to actually look at something, that something astonished me with its hard, sharp-edged being: the back of a traffic signal hung on an outstretched arm of metal above the river of fast-flowing rubber, plastic, steel and bodies.
The sky was over-cast today so it was warm enough to fall asleep on a bench outside while waiting for a bus. In the French part of this country, there is a company that provides bus services and goes by a name I quite like: L'autocar.
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