Chicago

I'm on the train riding the train home Friday evening. A deep breath and then think about Chicago, as a place filled with the colors of the universe.  A new and exciting hue can appear every single day. There is a dark gray upon this city and its people, a burden of destiny that Carl Sandburg described as brawling, wrecking, bragging, wicked, and crooked. This week was long. Filled with email, phone calls, and meetings. There was some time to write, draw, and paint. There were many interruptions, but the coffee was incredibly great. The week was productive, filled with a bevy of small victories and setbacks. Yes, overall a net positive, I trick myself into believing. The train passes through Ravenswood, and the sky becomes orange.