After watching clowns, acrobats, tattoo artists, painters, street musicians, performers, dancers, drag queen, prom kids and one or two (million) drunks, I decided to take a break.
It’s a minute before midnight, which means that in less than a minute the magical existence will begin to pulverize, and I will turn into a pumpkin. That said, I have covered just about every street corner in downtown Chicago, and I have to say, it felt nice doing it without having to charge for once.
Point being, is that after hours of rushing from one great happening to another, I have finally found my love; one, true love. And the best part? It’s everywhere.
It’s in the sweet scents emanating from all the small bakeries on every other block; in the zigzaging skyline along the lake; the El snaking around buildings like a magic carpet; the majestic lions guarding the Art Institute; the honking sighs of impatient cars; the flashing neon signs of pizza parlors; the restoration work on historical facades; the burgeoning of new buildings, and the flower beds resting along the sides of Michigan Avenue. But most of all, it’s the people–the thousands and thousands of people who have come out in masses to show their love and support for the best city in the world. It’s the livelihood. It’s the energy. My one true love, it seems, is Chicago.
Time to go home.