I sit out on my balcony
in the sun.
Finally.
Fuck, that was a long winter.
I forget.
We forget.
We are surrounded by water.
Lake to the east.
River to the west.
I sit out on my balcony
in the sun.
Finally.
Fuck, that was a long winter.
I forget.
We forget.
We are surrounded by water.
Lake to the east.
River to the west.
Nights have turned colder, the urgency to get the most out of a day intensifies. Preparations for hibernation have begun.
The cold cleanses. The city would get stale and the stink would stick if it stayed warm year round. Chicago needs transitions like night needs day.