I went to the windy city
When the day was cloudy and grey.
The trees that blew sideways still looked pretty.
But me, & my curly hair, looked how I felt: flummoxed, & expletives were what I wanted to spray!
I distracted myself with flippin' good food and coffee —
I also made time for shopping, why not
And I went to cool suburbs — trappings and toffee!
The sneaky sun peeked through and kissed my face anew,
and with all my steps, I was bopping.
How can I capture this spirit daily?
So that when I am lowly, I can
Still fill my cup merely, I say pleeeeee
se, and Amen freely.
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 11:49 PM UTC
I went to the windy city
When the day was cloudy and grey.
The trees that blew sideways still looked pretty.
But me, & my curly hair, looked how I felt: flummoxed, & expletives were what I wanted to spray!
I distracted myself with flippin' good food and coffee —
I also made time for shopping, why not
And I went to cool suburbs — trappings and toffee!
The sneaky sun peeked through and kissed my face anew,
and with all my steps, I was bopping.
How can I capture this spirit daily?
So that when I am lowly, I can
Still fill my cup merely, I say pleeeeee
se, and Amen freely.
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