First Light

It was 10 degrees below zero. First light had just cracked the sky. I and other proletariat had just boarded the train. The gangbanger's graffitti obstructed my view as the pulse of his rap distracted thoughts throughout the car. Nevertheless, first shift was on it's way to increase production.

It was a crystal clear blue sky. The sun was so bright you had to squint as you looked south. Nevertheless, Chicago's winters are always deceptive. The wind was so cold that you felt a sting on your bare skin and of course your eyes watered as the wind came off Lake Michigan. Oh I long for summer along the lake...