^ unfinished. better that way. my eye isn't better, but i'm getting used to it.
today i went to the mall. well, not exactly the mall. i went for a bike ride downtown. the sun blazed. people roasted meat and lumbered about in swimsuits. chicago summer.
i paused in the mall. i hate malls (long documented here and elsewhere). i don't know what i was thinking. i tried on clothes that didn't fit and that i couldn't afford. i had enough and stepped out. there was a woman sitting on the sidewalk. there was someone with blood on his shirt. there were firetrucks and police cars and a large crowd gathered there. i stepped back. i didn't want to know.
rain came down.
i stood with my bicycle under the awning of a restaurant, then an art gallery.
rain. i phoned my sister.
when it started to thin, i headed out. a clear road. spare drops falling, at times in cascades, in the underpass. people sparsely arranged. cars sending sheets of water into the air. the sky both bright and dark. a rainbow arcing over the lake, white boats on dark water, seagulls flying low. the quiet of evening, of looking.