The Landscape in the Window


I did not have time for this.

I sat in the car, cursing the frost on the window. The scraper was nowhere to be found, so I had to rely on the defroster. Which, unfortunately, is incredibly slow on a below-zero morning.

So I waited.

Then I happened to glance at the window. And noticed the way the light was seeping through the iced windshield. And noticed the way the trees, below the line of frost, were golden.

So I stopped fuming. And I took a picture.