My room has a great view; the "lounge" gives you a 90º view of Lake Michigan, two boat harbors, and a huge green stretch of Lincoln Park. Between fluffy trees I see the  morning joggers, large enough to differentiate but too small to judge from a 9th floor window. Green and light blue shirted women passing black shirted man. Black tank top and short hair taking an exhausted stretch between sets on the pull-up bars. Dirty blonde pony tail heavily bouncing stride, stride, stride, stride...

Even with the runners and the cars, everything looks so still. It's hard to believe time is passing at all.

If all goes well, I'm out of here Sunday. Fourth of July. I can go home and celebrate and watch fireworks without pain. That's the new goal.