Sea Breeze 2:07PM in the JRC: A woman from the Pioneer OneCard office FaceTimes her daughter. It’s (not) always sunny in Chicago, but today’s the exception. I stop to fiddle with the strings on my $12 Thrift Shop Sperries. Girls lounge on the metal chairs outside, their dresses oozing Hipster Summertime. Sometimes I feel a little too East Coast in navy blue linen shorts & boat shoes without an Ocean nearby to justify them. 2:15PM by the sundial statue: I stride past bike racks, remembering my younger brother telling me my style is becoming young professional. My hair, light golden from chlorine, dances around me in waves. The tall trees, gray brown with emerging buds remain still. 2:17PM I’m listening to a friend's Spotify playlist with a multitude of variations on “woo!” An ad for a book app plays. A woman finds herself transported from her couch and box of Franzia to the battle scene. A dog barks — in it or here, I’m not sure — and breaks the image. Three realities surround me. 2:19PM Purple buds of flowers in the garden plot gaze at me, & me at them. We are both striving. 2:20PM Two security officers in regal blue pants & crisp starched white shirts stride out of the art gallery, out of Bucksbaum, and into the sun. A boy in plaid lays on the quad & gazes at who knows what.