twisted bicycles and empty pop cans line the longest street in the world- making my way ever closer to the frozen city I catch a glimpse of the relics of yesterday- paper bags and frost covered couches- chilled passengers seeking the brief warmth of the morning commute- sunlight and frost dance together and create crisp partnerships forever more- the bus driver has no trust in cats- the great dane out with it's friend sparks memories of my past- bitten in the face yet still loving dogs with such grace- the frozen city awakes as the relics of last night claim their place-