High pressure hot water. Sanitation men cleaning the stone tiles near the Grove Street Path Station. Dried gum, bird shit, cigarette butts, molecules of grime from our shoe soles accumulated on the stone; all being removed. I love the way the steam curls around the machine near the ground. This place was built only for people to pass through. This place is here so you can go somewhere else. Heard that there’s a restoration project soon to begin at the station. Maybe this is the first stage of that project or just usual maintenance, doing what the rain couldn’t accomplish. The first morning this year that actually felt like Spring. Nothing to notice, except essential upkeep and a brief glimpse of passage.
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