Sunday was one of those days where I fell in love with this city all over again. I walked out into a day that at first glance seemed a little too blustery , a little too biting, a little too overcast for a real adventure, but I had my heart set on following the instructions of the date: March fo(u)rth! So, march forth I did (With the beau, of course. He’s such a good sport!). I stopped in at Unabridged, the neighborhood bookstore down the street and perused the shelves and shelves of books, finally settling on only two to take home. We grabbed a coffee, using the remnants of my mother’s Valentine’s Day Starbucks giftcard on Venti blonde roasts and walked. We strolled out to Belmont Harbor and sat on the edge of Lake Michigan, sipping coffee, watching the water wave lazily and the puffy, purple clouds blow across the sky to the water’s edge, talking about everything and nothing; a conversation so much like the night we met, every topic and no through topic. Just talking and basking in being bundled up and peaceful and together at the edge of the city.
It’s so curious that when you sit by the lake (so many of my favorite places are along the lake…), you can see nothing but water, water, water, sky. Sometimes boats, sometimes runners, sometimes dogs that are over the moon to have a giant puddle to splash in. Yet, to your back, there are millions of people leading millions of lives running to literally millions of different places at a pace that is so vital, so alive, so urban. What a beautiful feeling to have both. To have a place of such delicate tranquility juxtaposed with the glorious busy bustling that happens in every square inch of this lovely city.
We strolled the lakefront, down to Fullerton, where the skyline is perfectly framed by the water and park scene (The best view is just north of the fountain in Lincoln Park proper, a few steps west from the zoo.) and ended the day with a trip to buy bananas and grapefruit at Trader Joe’s before returning home to warm up, all on foot of course.
It’s so curious that when you sit by the lake (so many of my favorite places are along the lake…), you can see nothing but water, water, water, sky. Sometimes boats, sometimes runners, sometimes dogs that are over the moon to have a giant puddle to splash in. Yet, to your back, there are millions of people leading millions of lives running to literally millions of different places at a pace that is so vital, so alive, so urban. What a beautiful feeling to have both. To have a place of such delicate tranquility juxtaposed with the glorious busy bustling that happens in every square inch of this lovely city.
We strolled the lakefront, down to Fullerton, where the skyline is perfectly framed by the water and park scene (The best view is just north of the fountain in Lincoln Park proper, a few steps west from the zoo.) and ended the day with a trip to buy bananas and grapefruit at Trader Joe’s before returning home to warm up, all on foot of course.
Oh, Chicago; you had me at hello.
Kisses,
AJS
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