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[entelein]

It is cool and clear out, and the sun is shining. There are a tangle of flowers in the little gangway between our building and the next. They are riotously red, verging on scarlet, and they are especially bright in this kind of climate.

It's almost chilly. I almost dread the advent of real summer, which we Chicagoans have only had a taste or two of over the last month or so.

Frisky!

The buses and trains underground were packed, partly due to the rumor/story going around that a woman had fallen onto the elevated tracks at State and Lake. Everyone seemed to be talking about it. I wonder what, exactly, happened.

Totally out of bounds of this weather right now. This weather is hope. A human body on the tracks is something other, of course.

A friend of mine told me today he was falling in love with someone, and I felt really glad for him. He even got a little shy about it, and I had to turn and look at him a second time, just to take it all in. The smile right at the corner of his mouth, the way his eyes crinkled, the way his voice softened, the way he wouldn't look right at me, but out into the middle distance, and obviously thinking of her.

It was nice to see. He's a good guy.

Comments

[rabbitlight.livejournal.com]

How creepy. When I was in Chicago, I thought an awful lot about what it would be like to die under a train (morbid, I know). Poor lady. The Tribune said she was mostly likely just talking on her cell phone and lost her balace. Life's scary that way.

[mortalitylives.livejournal.com]

this is really random but i'm coming to chicago in a few weeks. i miss it and i wasn't there that long when i was there last. now im in the middle of nowhere and wish i had a train to run me over. *grin*

[ratnix.livejournal.com]

Being not-native, the idea of train mishaps still flash in my head. Mishaps aside, it also means each trip is a pleasure to be savored.

Standing on the platform at Diversey, wanting to inch as close as possible to the edge, but not so close the conductor blows the horn at my stupid ass. eyes closed, clackclack, doppler shift, wall of roiled air.