R8

My commute is a safari of broken down things:

old tires
hollow frames of cars
giant spools of cable
discarded baby items
wooden palates
curves of chain link fence disconnected from their posts
shopping carts
empty train cars
and
endless skeletons of old buildings with little fleshy pieces still holding on

Today all of this was covered with snow.
When I looked down at my black coat and saw the tiny, perfect, flat and shiny snow stars that had hitched a ride on the wool, I knocked myself out contemplating the multitudes of spangly flakes piled up on all the wrecked things along the R8 line.