Occasional rollerbladers glide between the gridlocked lanes of frozen traffic.
Suddenly you look up and see something of a different order, an immense fractal. The two spires of a cathedral point up, each tall thin peak narrowing to a high point with a small cross at the top. The cathedral is simple, as a snowflake or a great fir tree is simple, yet complex, ornate, even cosmic in the way it suggests infinity. While the grids seem very manmade, neatly modern and rational, the fractal has natural structure too, like a forested mountain or burst of hoarfrost shards. The manmade grids seem mechanically linear, like prison walls and barred windows, next to the dynamical vitality of the fractal cathedral.