At first, I noticed the bare trees lining the street on snow covered lawns and thought, how picturesque. Then, I realized that this is the Bucket where telephone poles interrupt suburban beauty and weave a web of black wires, a digital dream catcher. Once, I knew, when I was a fourteen year old student at Davies Tech, what all the wires meant and what they did. Since, time has withered those memories and concerns. Now, I just ignore them and focus on the streetlights and think how they are our somewhat picturesque replacement for the stars. Still, I don’t notice them too much. I’m too busy looking at the piles of snow on the wet sidewalk or the grey shingled roofs or the sky.

Dana Brown