The Windy City?

For a city so clogged with human creation nature still manages to poke through. Some of this nature sparks thoughts of a magnificent force beyond which we can comprehend. The little saplings that thrive amidst a concrete jungle or the large bird population that can decidedly not live on stale bread alone. One of the most consuming and diverse instances of nature that I have found on this tiny island is wind.

There are many different kinds of wind that inhabit our fair city. The kind that ruins a perfectly good hairstyle out of nowhere, the constant gust which makes you glad on those days that you didn't style your hair at all, and the kind that is nothing more then a gentle breeze and makes you thank the lucky stars for an such an amazing day. However it needs to be said that I have not been roaming these city streets for long enough to experience the harsh winds, the biting winds and the downright frigid winds; that might be a later post come January. But for now the former are the gusts that I have come to know and expect.

But these are not the city phenomenon that I have chosen to ramble about today. The chosen is an event that I dread every time I descend into the bowels of the subway. Subway Wind. Just the mention makes me shudder. I'm not sure what it is about this strange occurance that gives me the heebie jeebies, but it sure does. Where the hell does it come from?

I'm not talking about the wind that gusts when a train is approaching, I'm talking about the wind that appears out of nowhere, depositing who knows what on all in its path. After living here for a few months now I am used to the continual feeling of grime that surrounds my new homeland, however despite being used to that, I feel the immediate need for a shower after I encounter subway wind.

Come to think of it, I feel the need for a shower after just discussing it.