m i n d i n g m y l a n g u a g e | day thirty-seven

Waking to the exceptionally low cloud cover, it's true to say we have our heads in the clouds this morning. We're high up over Chicago and couldn't be more impressed with our room.
The chill factor on the other hand makes for some very thorough dressing options. The maximums in Chicago are still only about 9C or 10C, and as we discovered last night, without layers it will be impossible to stay warm.
Every second person is wearing gumboots, they may just require a nice new space on the ever growing shopping list. Highly appropriate for this kind of weather, let's give them a run back in Sydney too.
All I can think of when I say 'boots' now is the phrase from a homeless man too cool for school back in San Francisco. Walking along Polk Street in Russian Hill, without the accent it just doesn't do it justice, but he greeted us with "See ya boots". The next day, to our complete surprise as we walked past again on our way to the deli, he said "what, no boots today?" After the hundreds of people he would see everyday, he remembered us? Very cool. All I can say this morning is "hello boots", what a God send.