A moment in Chicago

Friday, November 20, 2020

 


July to November, a love-filled moment in the windy city.


A three-day ride in a car filled to the brim led us to the beautiful skyline. We smiled and I squeezed his hand.
We explored to our hearts' content, seeing the sights from behind masks with interlaced, sanitized hands. Cloud Gate, Hancock Tower, the river, a skyscraper inspired by a champagne bottle.
The museums and the libraries and the history found on every street. They tell stories of dinosaurs and fish, slaves and suffragists, Monet with a paintbrush in a clenched fist. There's always more to learn.


Fell for Lincoln Park: a place where ornate cathedrals meet corner pubs, and parks divide luxury and lake. In the north, where land stretches wider, trees grow thicker, and the buildings breathe.


Fell for the light: it glides off windows that touch the clouds, it shines in the post-rain puddles that dance with each passerby, it outlines every flower and statue like the stroke of a pen.


I will miss my time in the city with him, and the life we're close to sharing.


But with the turning of the year, I will be back for more.

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