Today reminds me of death. The bitter air, the long shadows, the frozen ground. Now I know why they call this the dead of winter.
Birds in bare trees try to out-lament each other by chirping and squawking about who’s coldest.
A Norfolk Southern train rumbles by. I wonder what’s in those train cars. If a train ever derails, toxic chemicals could escape from a ruptured tank car and kill everyone in their sleep up to 3rd Street and beyond. Hopefully, one of the cars will also leak nitrous oxide so everyone can die laughing.
Columbia Spy 