Thursday, December 01, 2005


This morning on the el, I had my head buried in my book and The Chemical Brothers, and looked up momentarily to see the city swathed in gentle snow. I unwittingly timed it well, as it was during the long stretch between Sedgwick and Chicago, and I could see the city look beautiful and heartstopping and hopeful, for a moment at least.


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