The haiku, “Cold in Syracuse, I need the blues to warm me, Summer is for jazz” spoke out to me immediately. My time in the Salt City has taught me so much about art and myself. Besides my artistic development, I disliked being here since my first winter freshman year. Music always felt like an escape from the tundra to me. This is why I related so much to this haiku. I belong in a place where the sun kisses everyone's skin. With all these feelings in mind, I decided to illustrate a homeless man I saw playing a saxophone on Marshall Street. I felt he embodied the resilience of warm weather and soul, while at the same time bringing awareness to the homeless in Syracuse.