Walking the streets on a day that the high temperature lingers in the single digits tends to make everything freeze, chemically and figuratively. Outside a building, the last thing someone wants to see on this day is a vending machine full of quite possibly some of the coldest soda on earth. A single bench sits near by, frosted as the snow that had melted from the roof above left pools of now frozen water on the bench itself. Perhaps a rather inviting sight in the summer time, but not a welcome resting point on this of all days.
The machine it self seemed to be working over time, either trying to maintain a core temperature, or trying to prevent itself from dying due to lack of circulation. Thats a joke. The rumbling of the gears inside gave a perspective of the life of a bottle of soda, and it is a loud life.
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