Pixel night

Small squares, from the sky like drops of rain, fall on city streets, parks and squares. The flow did not stop for hours, and as soon as the sky went over the horizon, these tiny particles began to shine from the lights of passing cars, lanterns and advertising signs. Like snowflakes, they rattled under pressure. Few people noticed them, it became commonplace. Today was no different than yesterday. One day it began and lasted for many years, then faded, and then gained strength again. It became ordinary, boring.