Behind grit, grinding steel, razor edges.

In front, vultures circling, a small bird hits the window.

Rain, drizzling mists,white sky, gray waves

Everything wanting to go inside

The things men make
to keep us warm, that squirrels can wrap themselves into... cats and mice.

But the noise, the racket, the destruction to create seems unnecessary.
Even voices, loud trucks .. seems all intent on diminishing.