Today I woke myself up early so I could spend one of my last full days in Chicago completely devoted to writing. So I sauntered to the nearest Starbucks, because sadly it’s the quaintest coffee shop I could find in the area, and then I realized–I’ve never been outside so early in Chicago before.
And I wish I had sooner because the city sounds pretty in the morning. The cars are fewer, more patient. The rumble of big engines isn’t yet warm or confrontational. There’s still some hustle, but definitely less bustle.
I remind myself that though I’ve been sleeping in quite late this summer, I’m a morning girl. I like the composure, the potential of the morning. Chicago wakes up one eye at a time and I think that’s beautiful.
I will miss it here.
mmm gorgeous. i want to go to chicago someday. but lots of things are surprisingly better in the morning (probably only surprising for me because i hate the morning, haha.)
K
you are looking at a bonified NONmorning girl…but one who forces herself up at least a few times each week.
where are you headed?
It must be so hard leaving. Where are you going now?
Beautiful picture!