Anyways, back to Chica

This feeling is especially felt when I see Chicago at night. After spending most of my life in the quiet suburbs, where only a patch of lawn is lit with a lamppost, or perhaps the door is illuminated by one bulb, the way that the buildings themselves stand out against the sky at night never ceases to make my breathe catch.

If you have ever seen Chicago during the Christmas season, it is an especially mesmerizing place, especially on Michigan Avenue. Christmas lights make the trees seem other-worldly as you walk underneath them, and the lights of buildings lining the street across from Millennium Park seem to match the incredible magic of the season.
Heh. I'm even more dramatic than usual. Chicago just makes me really inspired and excited and exhilarated.
(By the way, the first picture on this post is another steal from flickr posted by Michael Dakidd. It should say so directly underneath the picture, but it's not showing up for some reason, at least not on my computer.)