I took this picture just after seeing my sister off at the Jackson stop of the Blue Line. After a delightful if too brief visit, she was bound for O’Hare and a flight back to her family in the Twin Cities. We see one another a few times a year. It was a terrible letdown to part with her.
The beauty of the city could scarcely assuage me, though its heavens were thoughtfully raining sympathetic tears.
Celia: Her City 