Shock

I got a window-seat ride to the loop and back; I definitely cannot complain.

Walking around the city in 5 degree weather, you look into someone's eyes and you're guaranteed an extension of empathy, a sort of affirmation of your mutual realities. That it is in fact cold, and we can stand here, friendly enough, silently, shivering, waiting for the light to change.

(I know, I know. I'm green here, and it's only going to get worse.)

Album fixation of the week: Clouds Taste Metallic by The Flaming Lips.