To say I love the city of Cleveland is not enough. It catches me breathless each time I drive towards the skyline and the best part of leaving is getting to come back. Naturally, then, I decided it was the perfect setting for a new novel I’m working on. And while I’m not one to share my writing this early, this is, without a doubt, the most beautiful paragraph I have ever written and if I never write another word ever again I can die a satisfied writer.
So of course I had to share it.
Ask anyone who has never been what they know about the city of Cleveland and they will tell you that our river once burned. A shared love of failing sports franchises, our hearts broken by owners and players alike, and the perpetual attitude of waiting for next year makes it easy to believe Clevelanders are a hopeless bunch. But we are neither disheartened nor desperate nor naïve. If anything, we hold dear to our hearts the constant reminder of the crooked river burning, embracing the jokes and chuckles of non-residents. For we are not the miserable city in the snow that outsiders label us, but the optimistic, hopeful metropolis that refuses to give into the hype. For we know, like the river that surrounds us, the beauty that can be bloomed from ash.
Love from the ashes,