chicago baby

I met a little baby today. She was absolutely beautiful and made these really funny faces and weighs all of 6 pounds. As I was riding the CTA to work, staring out the window on all the brick and cement and hard surfaces, trying to wrap my head around Chicago, I almost can't imagine a delicate baby born in this city so indifferent–which is the one word I pick to represent Chicago. It's just too precarious a way to start off a new life.