No More Drama

Last night was probably the most amazing I've ever experienced in this city.

 

No pushing.  No fights.  No worries. 

 

 

Happy Faces

 

 

Horses' Asses

 

 

Baby Fists

 

 

Swarm of Bliss

 

 

Good People

 

 

Hooty Hoo

 

 

Tree Huggers

 

 

My Kind of Town

 

 

Wew!

 

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,

 

Laura