boundary line

a light snow painted our rooftops white last night. looking out at the sharply angled tiles, the boundary line where the two worlds of inside and outside merge are clearly visible on the tiles. around the windows, a circle of clear roof cuts into the icy snow. the tiny metal chimneys where steam vents into the sky have this radius of clean roof where all the snow melted away.

also, an open window to prevent dry rot lets the cold air spill into the empty bathrooms. inside the bathrooms, pipes full of water that starts flowing so cold, so cold.