Chicago Sequence speeding the lakefront, my right, big-shouldered buildings my left, only waves and a breeze through the window open to new horizons across the green-dyed river of parade-leavers a stout-serving bar calls a kilt-wearing bodhran everyone's Irish today the gaudy Gehry stage, musicians in sandals and shorts delight lunch-breakers on fold-down seats a sun-dressed diva folds time outside River Park, a street of exotic scripts, untranslated scents follow your march through the East -- sushi to saag to saltah the sun sits so low beaming down long, straight Adams streaming workers squint trainward, cross the bridge homeward still a few lightweight jackets the rough surf smacks, sprays, layers ice upon ice, a frozen, lurching wave blocks the path. walk the bike here then pedal against the wind. eyes on the cymbal ears on the bass >tha-dump< line hands clutch >zwee< the horn timetightens lightsbrighten night- jam. The leader nods -- you're up.