While traversing the night on my way home, to sounds which superbly placate my nostalgia for cyberpunk (in the RPG and early-Gibsonian sense) I've witnessed the year's first snowfall in my corner of the world. Tiny flakes lit up by sodium yellow. In Wilson's Park, a film of ice, brushed white, forcing ducks into a corner of the pond still unfrozen. I found the perfect band for this winter.
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