Chicago

I'm riding the train home on a Friday evening. I take a deep breath and think about Chicago, as a place filled with the colors of the universe. New and exciting hues appear every day. The city has a steel gray background, what Carl Sandburg described as brawling, wrecking, bragging, wicked, and crooked. This work week was long. Filled with emails, phone calls, and meetings. On the edges, I made time to write, draw, and paint. There were many interruptions, but I enjoyed the visits to the friendly servers at the nearby coffee shops. The week was filled with a bevy of small victories and setbacks. Overall, a net positive, I tell myself. The train passes through Ravenswood, and the sky becomes orange.