lakemichigan deb bare feet and sweaters mix well tonight on balconies with chilly railings, baggy jeans, loud melancholy music, and noiseless telephones. it makes me think of Chicago, where autumn was first magical, obnoxious cars passing by at midnight were common, orange glares of streetlights were ignored as we discussed literature over coffee. breezy air meant cold was on its way when just that afternoon, we baked in the humid glaring sun. here, the air is fresh; the horizon, littered with trees, not towers; to the east, Iowa, not thelake. i grew up here, but i miss it dearly there. the need to be near you superceeds Chicago's feeling of "home," and tonight, i realized everything would be perfect if only we could share a cappuccino on the lake at sunrise 9-7-00 001001 what's it to you? who go blather from