The office building rises three stories above a river, which surrounds it like a constricting snake. Early morning fog rolls off the water and freezes on a standing seam rooftop. The Sun rises, steel roof panels warm and thin sheets of ice break off and slide into thin air. They tumble and shatter, fluttering toward the ground. The Sun sets them off in momentary prismatic displays of light.
A breeze swirls through and sends the ice butterflies dancing upon its currents. Gravity thus eluded they dart and rise. Free at last.
Or they slap against a window and weep away the final moments.
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