Walked from Klein Auto downtown and back. Stop at market, library, City Lights, here and there on a grey day. Aching city. Bare broken trees. Empty storefronts, vast lots waiting to grow up. Kids in vastly oversized clothes, hoods, looking like stick ghosts holding up sheets. Black guy with cap pulled over his face eyes deep in shadow on a day without sun and walking cocky, chin swinging left and right, with his head tilted back so he can see. Tattoo designer, black wool cap over his eyebrows and dark sunglasses sits in his shop window. Huge piles of gritty, sand covered snow waiting to melt. Waiting for colour.