Division to Roscoe.
Brunch in Wicker Park and a Autumnal walk around Chicago.
It was one of those October days where you could still eat brunch al fresco. Carrot cake pancakes, a cup of coffee with cream, and a strawberry mimosa for good measure. Where you talk girl talk and boy talk and life talk and travel talk with a friend. Where you walk home, three miles, from Division to Roscoe because it is still sort of warm in that way Chicago weather seems warm when the day before was cold. Where the sky is blue. Where the leaves are orange. Where people you pass say “hello,” because that is the kind of city this is.
It was one of those days where you temporarily forget the back home depression that’s been plaguing you the last few days. And you remember why you love this city.