(Snow quickly turned water, leaving behind wet sidewalks glittering in that little sunlight that makes it through the clouds. Shards of broken bottles, remainders of cigarettes, a cyclist on its way heading towards the river, the usual flock of crows observing the janitor next door rolling trashcans in and out and there's as much routine in that morning as somehow possible. A brief visit to outside daylight, and a quick retreat. Vague memories of journeys not taken, platforms not seen, trains not missed.)

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