DB: Brooklyn-Berlin:
Something seemed strange the morning after...
DB: Brooklyn-Berlin:
It was almost as if...
DB: Brooklyn-Berlin:
everything, everything, everything......was covered in a cold, solid substance...
DB: Brooklyn-Berlin:
Even the pigeons next door appeared affected...
DB: Brooklyn-Berlin:
Imprisoned in a silent sea.
DB: Brooklyn-Berlin:
Those weren't leaves on the trees...
DB: Brooklyn-Berlin:
It was then that I thought of my frisbee, buried below...
DB: Brooklyn-Berlin:
But that was when it began to advance on my window...