The descent into winter has been swift. Days alternate between brilliant blue skies and grey, moody. The only constant seems to be the steady fall of the mercury. Chicago seems to have different faces depending upon the seasons, the weather and its overall mood.
I would like to wear shorts this weekend, even if that means I have to shave my legs. I would just like to feel the sun on my skin… So if you wouldn’t mind telling the fog to bugger off for a day or two, I’d be most appreciative.