Last night was probably the most amazing I've ever experienced in this city.
No pushing. No fights. No worries.
Swarm of Bliss
My Kind of Town
After, my group parted ways. I walked north on Michigan Avenue, consuming the entire thoroughfare with my fellow rioters, alone yet alive. The city burst into cheers every ten feet. The foreign-tongued posed for pictures next to the police horses. We shook hands with the police officers who stood to the side this whole night as the people pulsed through them, toward the heart. Shiny faces teemed over balconies, stood towering on the medians, and hooting from car windows.
I walked till the streets emptied, where couples held hands and stopped to kiss. Where people sat on benches, gathered in doorways, and waited for buses - talking and laughing with strangers. Somewhere in all this, I sloughed off my bitterness and let the crowds and kisses fly all around me, wanting only to stay awake forever.
It is summer in the city.
So there's that,