A friend who lives on the topmost corner of a west loop building invited us to a party marking the end of summer. A forecast of rain filled us with trepidation–we were hoping to sit out on the balcony. More
There was a time when I crossed Massachusetts often by train. When passing through the western part of the state and admiring its rugged yet picturesque scenery, I would promise myself to visit it one day.
Finally, today, the occasion came. Twilight found us in the Berkshires, where it treated us to this splendid sight.
As I walked in a darkening park, the Trump gleamed with the gathered brilliance of an invisible sun.
The rural traffic jam had its compensations. There was time, while sitting on the road below Milwaukee, to admire the color gamut and the grainy texture of the dirty snow. The telegraphed serenity of the twilight households. There was time to acknowledge the moon’s splendor too.
A drive to Wisconsin yesterday gave me a chance to enjoy the tranquility of the country. The twilight was beautiful as it fell over this farm and its sleeping fields.
Twilight sets in as I wait for the bus outside the Bulgari store. I know I should be jaded (and not post too much that’s merely pretty) but it’s hard not to be touched by the sheer complex beauty of this one familiar city.
The papers are full of the corruption, corroding poverty, and other sad nonsense that Chicago sees daily. How poorly they report, though, on the blues, pinks, lavenders, and greys that mingle nightly with the black and gold of the holiday city.
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