My sister asked me if I’ve spent an evening sipping red wine and listening to Blues here in Chicago. As yet, I have not managed that, but I did see the ‘blues’ a few weeks ago — before the greyness descended — up in the expansive midwestern sky.
In a Chicago summer, there’s a real sense of abandoning the rigid rules of daily life. Such rules no longer apply. It’s heady, fragrant, intoxicating.