Observation

It is strange, all of these empty cars that line the ice-crusted avenues spitting out exhaust, swirling plumes of gray, into the crisp winter air. The drivers are absent, in their homes no doubt, preparing last minute for the journey - pulling on gloves, tugging at a scarf, turning down the dial on the thermostat just a little to help just a little with the looming gas bill to come. Their cars should be warm by the time they make it back; Their nearly frozen noses will sting when they sit in front of the heat-blasting vents. The heat is good, but dry. Tires crunch over ice and leaves.