099/365 11/28/2025

The whole, vast city stretched in a crescent across the bay. In summer, the sun-sparkled water cast dazzling, pinpoint lights across the alabaster buildings. Gold minarets shone back on the water and doubled the dancing <lights>. In winter, a cold wind blew down from the hills behind the city, though the streets and alleys and out across the bay, a most curious weather that pushed forming ice out and out across the water to pile against the rimming sandbar, some ten miles off shore. The ice stacked and splintered there, shunting spires toward heaven. In the quiet night the tectonic groans echoed back across the bay as the ice pressed against itself and surged and swayed with the tide’s incessant rhythm.