It took me a long time to adjust to Chicago. I spent most the winter in a mild depression, learning about isolation and perseverance. I worked as a bike messenger for several months–begrudging the cold, sleeping harder than ever, and coming face to face with classism. Most of my energy was consumed by the daily grind. At the time I resented that I was too worn out to develop myself in meaningful ways; in hindsight, however, I see that the fires of struggle forged a stronger man. Nonetheless, it was a solemn time.

Today I played a song I had not heard in a long time.

It’s not a great song, but during the winter I would listen to it several times a day and find some solace. When I heard it today I instantly visualized myself listening in my room as I once did, gearing up for another day on the saddle. It’s amazing how music can cast those moments in our minds. These days the sun shines, my bills get paid, and I have energy for projects. I have no desire to repeat my winter experience, though I will always draw strength from it. And that song will always be playing in the background of those memories.