Crayola Blue Skies Umbrella Twilight

Just when you think your day has been full to the brim with unexpected things. There is always room for more.

After a long day huddled over my keyboard, frantically writing toward deadlines. Led Zeppelin cheering me on with his amazing guitar talents, chocolate cookies, and a bit of caffeine. I am torched. The focus and intensity have drained me. 

I walk through the revolving door out onto a rain glossed Wacker Drive. The fresh air hits me first with it's surprising warmth. Next comes the sound of the bus that sloshes puddles to the curb. Then the vibration of the EL. And I look up, first my eyes see the Wrigley clock, it's a minute before 8. I breathe in and my gaze goes skyward. I am taken aback as a rain drops hit my cheeks because instead of black or cloudy skies, my eyes are enveloped in blue. The blue you choose to color the sky with when there is no "sky blue." The blue of Crater Lake. The Blue of sapphires. 

I stop and stare upwards, as if I'm a tourist gawking at the skyline that borders the Chicago River and State Street. I cannot help but feel that this moment was worth the wait, worth the day's sweat and toil, worth another night of postponed climbing. 

I slowly puddle my way down the street, no umbrella, but loving the feel of water on my head.