Ice Glazed City

As winter approaches her icy trail is seen through out the city of Providence. Walkways turned into ice slides ending in busy intersections. The land glistens at night, and a statue of an Angel reflects throughout the park. This is my walk home, this is where I live. Beauty all around that leaves one numb within minutes, the ground ever slippery and ready to catch me unaware. Snow falls weekly accumulating over the ice only to be trodden upon until it too is white ice.

I walk down my street on my journey home from work and notice the Christmas Lights that are left strung along the street as if showing me the way home. The lights sway in the cross winds that whistle around the buildings, though it is only Fall, Winter has taken over. I reach my walks end and enter my building the grand architecture always strikes me as something to modern on the inside for a building that has weathered so much. The minimalism even painted yellow is still cold and barren.

I check to see what mail I have, and find many envelopes with little windows so the Bills can gleefully see you when they arrive. Cards are rare and treasured, they are kept and valued more than receipts and past due notices. A written invite to the buildings Holiday Party comes as a warm greeting in an age where invites are sent via email, and little affect is placed into the sending as you are left feeling one in 200 that may or may not show.

Work and the commute home have left me tired, but my babies great me with enthusiasm. My cat grabs my leg and yanks me toward his food and water dish to remind me that they need filling once again, I’m well trained by him. The birds call out their greetings: Lolla makes a screech, Elliot says “Hello,” and whistling comes from my bedroom where Bunny and Cisco sit perched safely in their cage.

I light the incense and candles, then the Christmas tree, then check on the children’s food and water dishes. The fish are fed with flakes that makes the tank resemble one giant snow globe that has been shaken more than a martini. I sit back into my chair with a salad and observe my surroundings, I am inside my home as I look out my windows and gaze at the Ice Glazed City.