Dear Marc, this is not a real letter, just a note about something I saw the other day.
Last Sunday, as I was walking home, I saw that my bus stop was getting a face lift. 5 construction workers were laying down new concrete and asphalt. It was a cold and crisp day and their breaths turned into little puffs of smoke in the air. And somewhere in the midst of all the hard work was a loudspeaker playing "We are the champions". Men at work, hot asphalt, cold air and majestic rock. It was like art to me.