Dear Chicago

                                                                        March 2012

Dear Chicago,

        For the twenty-two years I lived with you, I still cherish this one moment. Last year, in May, my

boyfriend and I took a walk on the beach. The warm sun toasted our toes and kissed our cheeks. The

waves created a wind so gentle yet strong enough to play in my hair. My boyfriend grabbed my hand

and pulled me onto the hard rocks. We sat on your earth, our Chicago. That snapshot, moment,

memory... will forever be with me...us.

    No other place I'd rather be than in the windy city.