Seen waiting at the Fullerton station for the Brown Line to Kimball at about 8:25 a.m.
of them spoke, but they were easily the loudest people on the platform. While
everyone else stood still, eyes glazed over with lack of sleep, their hands
were flying. Palms flipped in and out, wrists twisted, arms swooped, fingers
curled. They conversed in an animated language far more vivid than the written
word, and far bolder than the spoken word.
who noticed them tried to understand what they were talking about, but only
bits and pieces were clear. A wave hello, a sarcastic roll of the eyes. One of
them carried a canvas, so perhaps they were discussing art. The group didn’t
mind the staring. They didn’t have to worry about eavesdropping—their gestures
were too quick, too clever for the average person. Furthermore, they understood
that most people were jealous. In a world full of noise but lacking in
meaningful conversation, in a world where even the closest of friends spend
most of their time communicating via text message or Facebook, these women
possessed something rare—a true connection.
Back to posts about people I see on the CTA. It was fun writing other things last week, though! I'll have to have another challenge like that sometime in the not-too-distant future.
Oh man, I had a fun weekend that was also productive. Such an anomaly! I had my first gogo gig of the season with Fortunate Sons. Here's a photo:
Yesterday I finished Chapter 5 of my novel. I now have over 20,000 words written! Definitely the longest thing I have ever written in my life. Which is awesome. Kind of scary. More awesome, though.
Last night I went to see my sister's folk band Bittersweet Drive play Subterranean. Check out a video I took of them here. "Duet" is my favorite song of theirs. So beautiful.