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Notice each windowpane has a different

swirling pattern of frost etched on the glass.

And notice how slowly the sun melts

the glaze. It is indelible: a fossil of a fern,

or a coelacanth, or a derelict who

rummages in his pockets and pulls out a few

apple cores. Notice the peculiar

angle of light in the slow shift of sunrise.

Where is the whir of the helicopter?

The search for escaped convicts in the city?

Be amazed at the shine and the wet.

Simply to live is a joy.