Oklahoma is not like Chicago, the cold weather moves into breaks and changes, like seasons within seasons, what is thought to be the natural.
Yet when the sweeping storms kept coming it seemed unlikely that there would be anything more, coming or less!
Oklahoma or not, Chicago......there was one hotel where the freeze was especially tough. The corner store was limited hours. I had pink high tops, that doubled as ice skates. All was well in my old room sharing a bathroom in between with a man I never met. It was like living together. This was in style. He kept his extra large boots nearby. I could lock my door to separate from his room and the bathroom. I was in cold heaven because the room was warm and acetic.
There were mental formations in the air.
Chicago was mad, mad scientist and I was in love with the meditative ambiance.
Is climate change partly these formations. Going back to the hotel, it had its heyday way back and then. The depression was evident also yet depth was the dark! It once was cowboy, more utilitarian Chicago, very male.
The hallways were a maze, the entrance a crowd always around the desk. I would leave the key like old fashioned service. Not much to do in February but stay warm and write mentally. What a place to do so. I was there indefinitely. I am still there.
