They were two arcs intersecting, perfectly matched, perfectly timed, perfectly intertwined.
After months of strong winds the arcs began to deteriorate and crumble into tiny shreds of precious metals.
They should have melted into one from the excessive heat they emitted, instead the coldness left their shards to scatter in destruction.
In the aftermath there stood two useless structures at opposite ends of each other, no longer beautiful arcs but dismal reminders that nothing lasts forever.
Nothing, except the irritation.