Now you can see what I meant about people having to call the concierge to find out about the weather at street level. Can you see the low clouds surrounding the upper part of the John Hancock Center? Imagine what it must be like to live on the floors above those clouds. To wake up surrounded by fields of snowy mist blown by the wind. Would you take a jacket or a feathery boa?
(L)
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