I’ve seen the sun angle off the side of the Sears Tower throughout my life. I’ve walked under the elevated when the third rail is wet. The passing train sending bolts of sparks that dance towards the sidewalk.
The smell of Ferrara Pan and Brachs and Blommer Chocolate bringing sweetness to the urban breeze.
An Old Style sign hanging over the front door of the corner tavern. The Calder Flamingo and the Picasso Monkey. The five o’clock shadow on Lake Shore Drive.
All of these are my Grand Canyon, sequoia trees and flowered prairies.
I’m from Chicago and the sun and the snow and the clouds and the air are just as beautiful along the blue lake as they are anywhere else in the world.
Today’s quote comes from a book written by Harper Lee. It was taken from the end of a paragraph describing the beauty of summer in the south growing up. You can picture the charming memories in all of her words.
My memories are from the last thirty years of the twentieth century. Some of them have been torn down and replaced, but the angle of how the sun off the skyscrapers is still the same and will be the same for many tomorrows. The shades of blue and of gray shall pierce from Lake Michigan countless tomorrows. The Sox and Cubs will eventually make up the rain out.
I don’t need to travel to Northern California or Colorado or to Appalachia. I see beauty on the flat streets of the Chicago Grid….
This weekend has been mostly cloudy and a movie theater replaces the visit to the public pool.
I love a sunny day with blue skies and faint white clouds, but a grayish summer day has color as well.
Cloudy days take the guilt away from sitting on the couch and watching a ballgame. The clouds can bring a calming comfort and a reprieve from squinting your eyes in the sun.
Reload, recoup and reward yourself on this middle Sunday of July…. Sunday Funday Baby!
