|the section above the top balcony needs repair|
Often, when going for coffee, I pause to look at the apartment buildings on the corner, near the strip plaza. One building needs some work, on the facia above the balconies. The buildings appear large and solid, early in the morning, the rows of three by three windows in chunks, separated by balconies.
Every morning, noon and night the buildings are there, heavy, solid-looking, but in constant need of maintenance. Without care and supervision, the buildings would crumble and decay. The sky changes, various clouds, sometimes clear, sometimes dark. In the early morning, no cars were parked in the parking lot in front of the monolithic mass. I thought of the desolate arctic landscape, where in the summer, one finds endless rubble, rock hills and escarpments, numerous lakes, rivers, swamps, and open sea. In the arctic, one could wander forever and not be found.