This used to be my wintry after-work walk to the subway. For a block and a half. Then I’d descend the CTA stairs at Dearborn & Monroe, wait up to 20 minutes on the mildew-scented platform for a train I could squeeze into, and then ride another 20 minutes home squished butt-to-butt with 5,000 people congenitally incapable of smiling or even making eye contact. But for one glorious block every night I got to walk under a pretty magical canopy of lights.
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