Landing in Chicago was a bit of a shock to my system after a week and a half in small-town New Hampshire. The idea of going out into the suburbs sounded even worse, so I procrastinated catching my train for several hours. Financial districts are so strange at night, no matter what city you're in — the reverse of bedroom communities, dead after dark. A late summer storm hit; I chose a closed cafe and sat in lotus on one of their tables under the awning for a while. Pretending to be a person who minds the rain.
I've only been in Chicago once, and at night too. Magical. But that was the industrial district, not the financial.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like you were stepping out of time ...
ReplyDeleteJenica - Really? You should come back this fall/winter, and tell me when you do. :)
ReplyDeletered-handed - Beneath my awning? Yes, I suppose in a way.