Was what one of the women in the elevator up to our floor said this morning.
“What is that?” I inquired.
“Our summers are so great we forget every year about winter!”
Isn’t that the truth.
That truth is allowing me to forge on during a day like today.
It is in the knowing that in some untold months - Chicago will be blessed with crystal blue, fluffy clouded skies; the warmth of our summer sun; views of white-capped waves lapping onto North Ave. Beach; its deep-heated-sounds as it comes alive again; and the sweet smell of summer in the City.