Imagine this building, if you will, covered in icicles.

Not the tiny, sharp, mundane ones that form on the eavestroughs of houses. No, these were mighty. Giants of their kind. As thick as your head, and as tall as flight of stairs.

Imagine the first descent, the layer that clung from roof-edge and dangled its thick and deadly points over the landing on the left. Not the top landing; the lower one. And from that landing, a second fall grew, no less thick and ragged.

Imagine that left-hand wall nearly hidden behind a dripping mass of solid water, as if the ice were slowly engulfing the building. As if its demise were as inexorable as the next blast of Arctic air and the next snowfall of February.

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Imagine that I had actually managed to take that photo….