A dog that looked abandoned for a long time was scurrying around the deserted street. Its big head was the only thing revealing it as a Shih Tzu, discernible by its distinctive beard, yet it still looked like a stray mutt. It paused every now and then to look back, barked a few times, then retraced its steps a bit before running forward again.
This was a bridge tunnel, the old bridge surface made of the oldest concrete architecture, with the bridge body very close to the ground. To get up from the ground, one must climb a long staircase, and upon entering the bridge, one must lower their head or risk bumping into it.
The rain was incessantly washing the ground. This was the first rain since the beginning of winter. The unmelted snow, due to this sudden rainfall, added a new layer of icy spectacle to the city.
