It was summer time, I had a yearning to go... But I didn't quite know where.

To the train station I arrived early one Thursday morning in sweltering mid July, giving fate the right of way.  I called it my trust journey. 

Next train: Detroit - 12:16pm

alright, I suppose that'll do.  

 after few days of aimless meandering, I knew it was true...

It was Love.    

When I returned to Chicago, the Motor City took hold of most of my waking thoughts, and sure enough began to seep through into my dreams.  So I went back. and then I went back again. and again. and again once more.   

There's just something about this place....