why the A2?

Michigan, it's been a year.

Time sure flies.

One day you leave.

The city continues without you.

New faces fill familiar spaces.

New stories unfold behind café windows.

Yet memory is stubborn.

It preserves certain afternoons

exactly as they were.

A cup of coffee.

A wandering cat.

A book tucked beneath one arm.

The wind changing its mind again.

Somewhere, all of it still exists.

A2 will always be home.

And Michigan Ave

will always be my space.