Where I'm From

I’m from a place where the wind cuts through you skin and the cold numbs the rest. Hibernation is more than six months only surfacing for food and bare necessities. I’m from the north side of town a ten-minute drive from the city. First you pass the football stadium then the History museum followed by the aquarium outlined by the white ice of Michigan Lake. Turing your head to the right you’ll see a completely different view. Your eyes wander toward the sky straining to see the tips of the towering buildings. Different smells roam the city. At one corner the smell of steam emerges from one of those hot dog stands. Leaving my mouth watering to fulfill the taste. It’s a place where people walk, talk, and eat. It’s lights shine bright at the end of the day. Only the mist can hide something so large.