Saturday morning, bitterly cold and impossibly gray, found us warm and content in one of our places.
We asked for a table in the window... unknowingly the host seated us at our favorite spot.
Why do I love this beautiful/ugly street-side view... here, on the south side of downtown? This is my hometown city, a city that I love despite its flaws and scars.
It was warm and comforting inside, a contrast from what was on the other side of the glass. Ironically we enjoy the sights and sounds of both views.
After many years away I still claim this imperfect city as mine. After nearly nine years of being us we still love breakfast dates and I still can't believe that he is mine.{Photos two and three by the professor.}
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