Warm air floats over beams of light extending from buildings to the lake, reflecting on the harbor and glistening on pedals of bikes resting right beside us.
I am convinced there is nothing more magical than Chicago in the summer.
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Okay, so summer was a little slow goin... as always.
But we always take advantage of temps above 50! |
With summer, all wrongs are reconciled, all forgiveness is given for torturing our souls during those cold endless months; my heart returns to this city and forgets the hovering gloom of five months.
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| Summer is for blueberry pie. |
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| ... and picnics. |
Saturdays are booked with lakefront volleyball closely resembling college spring break, Fridays are for projecting movies in our yard as we grill with friends, Thursdays we picnic in Wicker Park as we watch Robin Williams throwbacks, and Mondays we relax to the tunes of Music Monday in Mill Park. Home feels here and I believe Chicago Summer is the true shadow of heaven on earth.
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When Daniel is in town, the people gather around.
Summer is not the same here without him! |
Even if these warm temps are short-lived, I am so thankful for how they fill us up just enough to start the cycle of seasons all over again.
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