January 17

In lieu of any other viable option, I rode the bus to work. I like the bus, but for the reduction in agency it provides to getting around: Schedules. Routes. Stops.

The ice on the window (because it was -33C outside) caught my attention and I discretely snapped a pic with my phone thinking it was nothing, but later upon examination struck me as a kind of simple symmetry of form and colour.

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