Cold snap

Yesterday everybody in town woke up to find frost all over their everything. It was something to see, and it stayed so cold all day that the frost stayed, too. This is the first time I've gotten up close enough to a frosted tree to see how the ice clings to it, and here you can see how it forms fingers on things. Our whole town was really beautiful. We looked like an ice city.

A little while ago, we ran out of dish soap in our breakroom. One of my colleagues left a note for the night custodian to please put out another bottle. The next day, we found a half-bottle of soap and a note in the form of a poem, asking us to be patient as they were almost out of soap as well and had ordered some.

The "Dawn" is past,

Yon Dusk draws nigh,

May this suffice 'til

New Dawn doth fly.

Yesterday, we found a new bottle of dish soap with another poem-note, "On Contemplation of the "Dawn". Here's the first stanza (of five):

'Tis "Dawn" doth rise with cleansing light!

from yon custodial stores;

To wash away the unsightful gloom

and fuzzy alien spores!

While we were contemplating the Dawn and the poem, another colleague came in and said that the soap in the ladies' room was empty. We all looked at each other with the realization that just leaving another note wasn't good enough. Requesting supplies has risen to a new level, and life here in this section of the building will never be the same. It fell to me to write something and ask for a refill. I left this taped over the dispenser:

Haiku to request soap in ladies' room

After using "can"
Water, soap, and rub-rub-rub.
Required hygeine task.

We had plenty of pink soap this morning.