So apparently all my Photo Friday posts are about how cold it is here. Probably because I have a lot of photos of snow and ice on hand from the last three years in Michigan. The skyline in the picture above is Detroit. I took it from Windsor, Canada, which is just over the Detroit River.
This photo reminds me that my favorite thing about living in Ann Arbor was telling people that I had to drive south to get to Canada. I mean, most of Canada was north of us, but Windsor was slightly south and to the East. Having lived less than an hour from both our northern and southern borders, I’ve noticed that some of the jokes are the same and some are really not the same. Tell someone you’re crossing the border, be it to Nogales or Windsor, and they’re sure to ask you if you’re going to pick up some cheap prescription drugs. When you’re on your way to Nogales, though, they also warn you not to get killed. When Husband and I went to Windsor for the day, there was no danger that we’d get kidnapped or killed or blocked from reentry. We did eat some really bland soup, though. The food in Mexico, on the other hand, is awesome, even if you can’t drink the water.
This photo also reminds me about my favorite thing about Chicago, at least in the wintertime, which is taking the bus down Lakeshore Drive in the morning and watching the sun rise or the fog roll in over the frozen expanse of Lake Michigan. Standing at the edge of a great lake is like standing at the edge of the ocean (minus that lung-filling, chest-expanding salty smell of freedom), which makes it all the more impressive when it’s frozen. Sometimes, when the weather warms into the twenties and thirties, I’ll pause mid-run on the beach and watch the surface of the water, caked with ice, rock gently back and forth. The quiet, awed feeling I get will stay with me long after I leave Chicago, if I ever do.