post vortex lakefront. not as cool as the last vortex when the lake turned solid and ice cracked and froze and big sheets stuck up higher than me and the bamboo in the swamp was one woven ice bed. 
i think about the landscape post disaster capitalism. what will this spot look like? what will the whole city look like. will it be rubble with gleaming glass towers where the rich dwell and survey all they have laid waste? the lake will remain, and one day maybe the glass will fall from the towers and peregrines will nest in the skeletons of empire.