day 4- blue skies

it's the perfect weather day- and i knew that because chicago is fickle and cruel that the days that i would actually need it to be a warm blue sky day it would be cloudy and or raining and or sleeting. or whatever else it decides. so though i was sitting at navy pier with my carmel apple. coat off. staring into the sparkling blue of the water and the humble yet glorious skyline i knew it wouldn't last. and who was i to comment to about the glorious weather? certainly i sung songs about it to the wee sparrows who flutted and hopped across my path*...? but otherwise sat in solitary amusement. checking things off my list and meditating on the future... sometime later i would end up eating some 'urping chicken tenders from bennigans and a vat of iced tea, similar to the vat of diet coke i had at leonas for lunch. the conversations with actual friends varied from the ordinary to the evil inherent and who could blame me if for the intervening seconds i was panicaking about the possibility of not having a job when i came back or to the deferment on my loans not taking and the like... and so it spirals into a bad weather day. but this is only in hindsight.

*"Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's
The little old bird woman comes.
In her own special way to the people she calls,
"Come, buy my bags full of crumbs.

Come feed the little birds, show them you care
And you'll be glad if you do.
Their young ones are hungry,
Their nests are so bare;
All it takes is tuppence from you."

Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.
"Feed the birds," that's what she cries,
While overhead, her birds fill the skies.

All around the cathedral the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares.
Although you can't see it, you know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares.

Though her words are simple and few,
Listen, listen, she's calling to you:
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag."