Letters Home: to cole from chicago

Cole,

Your city is beautiful.

Last night on the phone you told me that you were excited I was here. “The smells and the sounds around you — that is the same air that brought me into this world. Think about that while hou are there man… That is the area where your brother cole was born.” Today I left my writng and have been riding the train. I get off every few stops just to smell the air and all it’s combinations.

You heard me on the radio yesterday while you worked in your garden in Olympia. I was talking about the protests – I thought the interview was rather mumbly. Now I am stressing about how to write about St Paul. The experience is a tumble of words. It all matters and it is never enough.

You always say something something like: Breathe deep, it’s what gets you through.

Oh, and I think I have met the most beautiful woman in chicago who works at the cafe. She is russian and about my age. But now I am surrounded by such beautiful people that I cannot be sure anymore. They are all shapes and sizes.

Thank you brother. We have seen each other through some times, haven’t we?

Logan

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Letters Home: To Cole is part of a new series that I will be writing on the road. I want to keep the blog as personal as possible. Welcome to the Unbound!