When the L rumbles by under my window late at night…

When I see the reflection of the city in the curve of Cloud Gate…

When I live my life within a 3 mile radius…

When people around me choose vulnerability…

When I open my door and a little black cat stretches and bumps her head against my leg…

When I hear words of hope and healing spoken…

When I walk to the Art Institute and spend an hour looking at miniature rooms…

When I get to spend quality time with an old friend…

When the concierge in the lobby greets me by name…

When I smell the roses near Buckingham Fountain on my evening walk…

When people I’ve just met feel like people I’ve always known…

I realize again what a gift this place is.

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