It’s ok to be cold
This morning the Chicago skyline presented itself humbly by becoming a silhouette and acting as a launch pad for the rising sun. Or maybe it was hoarding it, keeping all the warmth to itself while I wore gloves all the way until tolls were due. Either way, the light broke through just in time to illuminate both Hammond’s cloud makers and the morning mist coming off of the river.
Although the stretch of Indiana toll road to 94 is over 30 miles long, I like to think of it all as Gary. I love smoking, rusted, and decaying industrial spaces. I don’t want to stop, or live nearby, but I love to look. Train yards, iron factories, electrical plants. It’s like a strangely attractive facial scar.
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The computer upgrades with my Dad were successful, though took a long time to set up. My haircut is great, but really short. Visiting Dan was good, but I wish I would have had more time. Trips to Kalamazoo via Sturgis make for a good day, though too long.
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