darker_shades_of_blue past the ice froze fast over the shallow, drained canal. what was in past (and would be again in future) years a tourist destination or a particularly kistchy commute was made a core part of the urban transportation network as the busses ground for a halt for two months in the depths of winter. hundreds and thousands glid across the well-worn surface between the various downtown neighbourhoods: to work, to school, to play, and home again. a barrier became a bridge. 220517 ... past the first properly cold morning calls for more bass and deeper guitar tones. the roofs shine white with frost, and i need music that hits the pit of my stomach, the depths of my being. snow will eventually bring a warmth to the winter, more layers for those deep notes to penetrate. 221209 what's it to you? who go blather from