As I ride the blue line train through Chicago,

The crazy, glowing lights in Chinatown catch my eye,

I notice the spirited fans watching outside Wrigley Field,

I lastly see the many planes as I get off at O’Hare Int’l Airport.

I recognize the variety of people on the blue line train,

I realize how important it is.

I feel the energy of everyone eagerly waiting to get off the train,

I feel all of that as I step onto the gray rubberized floor, and sit down in the blue, padded seats.

As I go back home,

I spot the many planes behind me as I leave O’Hare,

I feel the sadness from the fans coming back from a disappointing Cubs game,

I can lastly feel activity from Chinatown as I step off the train, onto a blue, plastic, step.