How I Enjoyed a Windy in Chicago Alone by Being Present Every Moment
There was an intermittent whomping of the bushes outside my window throughout the night. The wind was biting cold and furious, never letting up. It was so comforting to sit in the cozy room, under the blankets, watching the wind play havoc outside. I casually glanced at the clock. It was 6.30 am on a …