Because life is dynamic and not static,
I know there has to come a time when things won't be as they are.
That is why time capsules are such a grand idea.
If I had a shoe-box in which to capture contemporary moments in time of Chi-Town life with husband, I would toss in a little model red Vespa and a sticker of a sun.
I would cast it over a bridge and let it sink to the bottom of the Chicago River and hope that one day it floated to shore like a message in a bottle.
On Saturday evening, husband and I had an hour before meeting my brother at SoNo for wood fired pizza (definitely recommend!),
so we hopped on the Vespa and headed toward Millennium Park.
It's like an unspoken fall ritual of ours to cruise the city on the Vespa in the cold air and warm sun for an hour here and there after work or in between this and that.
In the fall, the sun slips away behind this building and that high rise a little sooner and a little faster.
We found ourselves veering off course from Millennium Park and turning back towards the river where the sun was spilling through the division in the skyline.
Sun-chasers.
The sun led us to an hour date on LaSalle St. bridge over the Chicago River.
For all the many things I would like to change about myself, my circumstances, or my life on any given day, one of the things I never want rid of is chasing the sun on the red Vespa in the fall.
What would you put in a time capsule?
I know there has to come a time when things won't be as they are.
That is why time capsules are such a grand idea.
If I had a shoe-box in which to capture contemporary moments in time of Chi-Town life with husband, I would toss in a little model red Vespa and a sticker of a sun.
I would cast it over a bridge and let it sink to the bottom of the Chicago River and hope that one day it floated to shore like a message in a bottle.
On Saturday evening, husband and I had an hour before meeting my brother at SoNo for wood fired pizza (definitely recommend!),
so we hopped on the Vespa and headed toward Millennium Park.
It's like an unspoken fall ritual of ours to cruise the city on the Vespa in the cold air and warm sun for an hour here and there after work or in between this and that.
In the fall, the sun slips away behind this building and that high rise a little sooner and a little faster.
We found ourselves veering off course from Millennium Park and turning back towards the river where the sun was spilling through the division in the skyline.
Sun-chasers.
The sun led us to an hour date on LaSalle St. bridge over the Chicago River.
For all the many things I would like to change about myself, my circumstances, or my life on any given day, one of the things I never want rid of is chasing the sun on the red Vespa in the fall.
What would you put in a time capsule?
