The roughest night back...

During my month in Chicago, there were a lot of rough days. But none were truly as rough as my last night in town. I hadn't had an order in hours, I had a train across the country in the morning, and I was feeling defeated. But downtown after midnight is oddly peaceful. I was sad, but I was also very ready to get home. I have a more edited, more thought out photo on instagram, but I still have a strange attachment to this version.