The White Lily Blog

Another Ordinary Day

It was dawn in Chicago, in January. Seven-thirty, the pink was fading and day was showing its fangs: low grey clouds everywhere, and ugly.

There’d been two days well above freezing after Christmas, and the season’s first snow had melted away except in gutters, where the remainder was hard and black as iron. Then it froze up again, and the wind attacked. The bared sidewalks released their secrets: discarded pop bottles and plastic bags that swirled along in the wind like undead creatures in a nightmare. It felt way colder than 12°. Nothing to sweeten this corner, with its filling station, the pancake house, the pharmacy—and the abortion clinic. Continue reading