walking through a paradise of grey skies
After spending months researching everything he possibly could about Chicago, from local cuisine to a Chicagoan accent, Jeff was finally experiencing what had seemed a world away just days ago. He could hear the incessant honking from cabs, howling of the El, and peddling bums, but it was the vibrations that resonated with him. Each sound tickling up his feet and spine in a dance that stimulated all of his senses. Seoul was an incredibly active city, even larger than Chicago. Ever since Jeff stepped foot into Chicago he'd felt a certain rawness to the city that was very appealing. Having memorized the basics of a Chicago-City map before entry into the US, Jeff walked with a slight spring in his step toward a particular destination.
Cloudgate, or The Bean, he didn't know what it was actually called -- but it seemed important enough. Facebook, Google, Cyworld -- all of them were littered with photos taken with the sculpture. He knew it was no longer there, but still felt a pang of disappointment of what once was. Millennium Park was still impressive, and unlike Cloudgate, it was exactly like the pictures.
It was just how he'd imagined. But better. Positioning himself to see the stadium, Jeff promptly pulled out a miniscule digicam and took several photos of himself; adjusting the sillyness of his expression accordingly. He could feel a warmth surrounding him, willing itself to branch out and cling to anyone nearby. Jeff ignored the sensation; being in this place felt like a special moment and he had no intention of muckying it up. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that these moments should be shared with someone, right? At least that's what the movies say...Physically shaking his head to push out the thought, Jeff turned around to admire the cityscape -- which took his breath away despite the dreary sky.
It was surprisingly vacant in Millennium Park; probably because of the potential rain and ridiculous humidity. That didn't bother Jeff though; he told himself that having the space to himself was something that he had wanted, but the growing pit in his stomach told him otherwise. It had been several days since he released any...energy. He knew exactly what it was that was sent out whenever he allowed it - luck - but he still hadn't come to terms with that. He needed to find someone or something to focus on a little while before things got dicey. Sure, you can release gobs of luck out into the universe; but you have no idea when, who, or how it will affect someone, and if he was going off of past experience -- that was one of the few gambles he was unwilling to risk.
Maybe dinner; he could find someone then.
Nah...Now was time to relax.
He did just that; taking a seat on the green field with every intention of people-watching the night away.
Cloudgate, or The Bean, he didn't know what it was actually called -- but it seemed important enough. Facebook, Google, Cyworld -- all of them were littered with photos taken with the sculpture. He knew it was no longer there, but still felt a pang of disappointment of what once was. Millennium Park was still impressive, and unlike Cloudgate, it was exactly like the pictures.
It was just how he'd imagined. But better. Positioning himself to see the stadium, Jeff promptly pulled out a miniscule digicam and took several photos of himself; adjusting the sillyness of his expression accordingly. He could feel a warmth surrounding him, willing itself to branch out and cling to anyone nearby. Jeff ignored the sensation; being in this place felt like a special moment and he had no intention of muckying it up. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that these moments should be shared with someone, right? At least that's what the movies say...Physically shaking his head to push out the thought, Jeff turned around to admire the cityscape -- which took his breath away despite the dreary sky.
It was surprisingly vacant in Millennium Park; probably because of the potential rain and ridiculous humidity. That didn't bother Jeff though; he told himself that having the space to himself was something that he had wanted, but the growing pit in his stomach told him otherwise. It had been several days since he released any...energy. He knew exactly what it was that was sent out whenever he allowed it - luck - but he still hadn't come to terms with that. He needed to find someone or something to focus on a little while before things got dicey. Sure, you can release gobs of luck out into the universe; but you have no idea when, who, or how it will affect someone, and if he was going off of past experience -- that was one of the few gambles he was unwilling to risk.
Maybe dinner; he could find someone then.
Nah...Now was time to relax.
He did just that; taking a seat on the green field with every intention of people-watching the night away.