Green Market

I traveled to Chicago this morning, early enough to watch the fog drift from the streets back into the sky where it belongs. My destination was the green market but the navigation of city streets kept me back a little while, so I walked patiently and breathed in the city landscape and the sour smell of dumpsters. Finally I stumbled upon a park with a large grouping of tents with the best organic foods from all around the greater Chicago area. Everyone around me was refreshed by the morning air and the sight of real food, and I was not once pushed, shoved or gawked out, despite the dense crowd of organic eaters. The meet cute of two opposing worlds struck me in the midst of conversation when I looked up above the hanging herbs to see a city high-rise. It's funny how we try to reincorporate what is missing from city life once we have banished all signs of it.