Chicago's Hormones

I become truly aware of Chicago when it’s miserable. I mean when it’s February, and the ground is made of gray slush and the sky takes on a new shade of black. This city’s weather is in a perpetual state of hormonal changes, which inevitably affects those of us who choose to be a part of this vicious cycle. But there’s nobleness in the cycle, such as true mindfulness. Noticing the slush, the screeching of the L train against frozen rails. The socks that get soaked after walking a block. I’m beginning to find reasons to love this city, even now, when she’s at her worst.